Born in Portugal on January 08, 1966.  We moved to Quebec, Canada in 1969. Where our Family still lives.

We were always very close growing up.  My parents worked hard to make sure we had everything we needed and we couldn't have asked for more.  Losing Carlos has been the hardest struggle we have had to face. There is a hole in our family that will never be filled.

Carlos as an Usher for the first time at his Twin sister's wedding.

Sunday, November 30th, 2003, my twin brother came to my house at about 12:00 pm for a visit. I asked him to stay and watch a movie with us which we had rented. He said he had to go to a cousin's house, so he left at about 12:30. I saw him to the door, but I did not know the last words I would say to him were "I'll see you later". Sunday is family day at my mom's. We all go to her house for dinner and spend some family time. My sister lives right upstairs and my mom and I were going to help her put up her Christmas Tree. My twin brother never showed up for dinner. We assumed he stayed at my cousin's house.

At 8:10 pm my sister's phone rang. We had just finished decorating my sister's christimas tree and I was helping my 2 year old put on her coat for us to go home. I heard my sister scream the words "please don't say that" and I knew that very second my twin brother was gone. You see, the night before I couldn't fall asleep at all. I spent the whole night awake. I truly believe my soul was trying to tell me something or prepare me for something, but what I did not know.

The house turned into what I would call a nightmare. At first I just leaned against the wall not being able to move, but I heard my Mother crying uncontrollably. I had to be strong for my Mom and put my shock aside for a while. She suffers from Angina, I really thought she would not survive this. We were told by a cousin of mine that my twin brother had drowned after falling in a River.This was not the case at all we found out the next day.

Police investigators went to my Mom's house, which is where my twin brother lived, and told us that there were no signs of a fall. Even if he had fallen the River bank was only 3 to 4 feet high and my twin brother was a very good swimmer. There was only one person with him, which I cannot name. She was the main suspect, but they had to let her go. There were no witnesses & no evidence. Any fingerprints on my twin brother's clothes or body were washed away in the river.

There were two extensive autopsies done which I won't go into detail here. There is still an ongoing investigation in his murder after almost four years.

As I tell you my twin brother's story I still feel so much anger. But who can I be angry at. People tell me that even if I find out who killed him it won't bring him back or change things, but at least I would know that justice was served. Isn't that what families of murdered loved ones want & need. I know it won't bring him back. I live with this thought every day, but not knowing can drive a mind crazy. I used to have horrible nightmares with different scenarios and visions of seeing him die. What haunts me the most is that he died alone. We were brought into this world just minutes apart and I knew that we probably wouldn't die at the same time, but we promised we would always be there for each other and a part of me will always feel like I let him down.