Tonight at 8:50 PM, my brother Jaime took his final breath.
I was there, holding his hand.
I felt his pulse slow, his chest still, and then… nothing.
But also—everything.
Because at that very moment, the veil lifted, and Jaime’s soul did what it was always made to do. It went Home.
His heartbeat didn’t stop—it simply changed addresses. It beat his soul into Heaven.
And just like that… a new beginning. For him.
For those of us left behind, a new chapter of mourning. Of remembering. Of living with a Jaime-shaped space no one else can fill.
I don’t have many words tonight.
I’m Oxyegone.
Undone.
Breathless in grief and gratefulness.
But this I know: Jesus was there. Holding him even tighter than I was. Welcoming him with mercy and joy.
Jaime’s pain is no more. His body no longer battles. His soul no longer waits.
He is free.
So tonight I grieve. I weep.
But I also celebrate.
Because death is not the end.
It’s just the door.
And tonight, Jaime walked through it—hand in hand with Jesus.
Hold your loved ones close. Speak forgiveness freely. Make room for mercy.
Because one day, we’ll all be Oxyegone.
And on that day… may we be ready to rise.
~marty.
