Jose Fernandez and Miami’s Cuban American community: ‘He was us. He was our story’

Fabiola Santiago in The Miami Herald:

José Fernández: He was us. He was our story.

Miami Marlins pitcher Jose Fernandez hugs his grandmother after defeating the the Atlanta Braves on Sept. 25, 2015, at Marlins Park.
Marlins pitcher Jose Fernandez hugs his grandmother after defeating the the Atlanta Braves at Marlins Park.

It didn’t take him any time to become one of us, a Miamian.

José Fernández — a baseball prodigy from Cuba who fled the island by boat — embraced this city as if he had been born into it, and the Miami Marlins as if it were the hometown team he’d grown up cheering on to two World Series wins.

Miami loved its star baseball pitcher back.

He was fun to watch, not only for his talent but for the warmth he projected, his jovial spirit on and off the field, his generosity to fans, and his love of family. At a time when fans were mad as hell at the team owner and management,  Fernández happily put a positive face forward, smiling and expressing gratitude.

“I’m so lucky to be here,”  Fernández often said with sincerity and a disarming Cuban Miami accent.

He never tired of showing how grateful he was to be in this country, how miraculous his good fortune to be in the city of his dreams.

It’s stunning and sad that he died in the waters where he said he liked to go to find serenity. The 32-foot boat he was riding in with two friends capsized after hitting a treacherous jetty barely visible at high tide at Government Cut between Miami Beach and Fisher Island. There were no survivors.

This is every parent’s nightmare.

He was only 24, his death a loss amplified by the news he recently posted on social media of his girlfriend at the beach sporting a baby bump. He won’t get to be a father to his child, and his child will miss experiencing the joyful man who played like a kid in the field, giving it all and wearing his emotions without filters.

We woke up to the heartbreaking tragedy of it all, an unspeakably sad day not only for South Florida’s sports community but for everyone who was touched by the story of a boy who fled his country by boat when he was 15.

His story resonated in Miami, city of refuge.

Born in the central city of Santa Clara, he was raised by his mother, Maritza, and his grandmother, Olga, a devoted baseball fan  Fernández called “the light of my life.” She was his first baseball teacher. He had to leave her behind when he fled Cuba with his mother on a boat on his fourth try.

That night on the high seas, someone fell over board. Fernández didn’t hesitate to jump in, only to find it was his mother whose life he was saving.

The grief of his mother and grandmother today is unimaginable.

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1 thought on “Jose Fernandez and Miami’s Cuban American community: ‘He was us. He was our story’”

  1. It’s a tragedy no matter how one looks at it, and I can’t even begin to imagine the grief of his mother, grandmother and the mother of his unborn child. However, he is in that child, so all is not lost, and he did achieve his dream, unlike so many who live to be much older, even if he could have achieved even more. He is a testament to the power of perseverance, determination and courage, and he got the chance for his talent to flower and be appreciated in freedom and self-determination. The end came in the twinkling of an eye, like a flash, so there was no suffering, and he went out on top of the world, which is how he will be remembered. So yes, this is a tragedy, but it is also a story of triumphant success which is still cause for celebration and gratitude. May he rest in God’s peace and the love of his family, and may his child prosper and carry forward his legacy.

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