Birth date: Aug 12, 1973 Death date: Aug 18, 2021
Carlos Santiago Sanchez, 48, passed away in Austin on Wednesday, August 18, 2021. On August 12, 1973, Carlos was born to Catarino Sanchez Jr. and Maria Anita Martinez Ortiz in Weslaco, Texas. Carlos grew up in Weslaco, where he wa Read Obituary
My prayers go out to all of the family. I remember Flaco growing up and as a very respectful young man. The last time I saw him was a quick visit he made to say hi to my mom, Tila, and to introduce us to his son. We were so proud of him! Our deepest condolences from the Guajardo family.
Our most sincere and deepest condolences to the family. We were neighbors growing up on Torritos street. Many childhood memories..may you be walking the streets of gold and jamming out with Chente up high in Jupiter. RIP Flaco. ~~ Valerie Vela
Carlos loved to paint, write, read, he loved museums, he saw things that most people didn’t notice. But he would bring them to my attention, Thank you Carlos…… Jeff
Carlos was the first person I met when I moved to Austin in March of 2005, that was the start of a beautiful friendship and lots of adventures together through life. That first summer he introduced me to many of the swimming holes the Austin area has to offer, and HEB Fresh Tortillas and pre-marinated Fajitas. We spent many nights BBQ at his place on Oak Springs philosophizing, telling stories and laughing. God bless, that laugh.
A waitress, at one of our favorite watering holes, gave him the nickname, Giggles. How fitting of a nickname it was, his laugh was infectious and brought joy to all around him.
One of the best memories I have of those nights spent out BBQ'n on his deck was a Fourth of July. Carlos had some old fireworks that he found, we had no idea how old they were. We started lighting them off from his deck and shooting them over Oak Springs. Some of them would fire out the sides, some not at all. But during a break in our activities and guy was walking down the street with his girlfriend and we didn't see them coming. Carlos lit up a bottle rocket and shot it off, it went directly across the street and blew up about ten feet above the couple walking down sidewalk across the street. When it did, the guy grabbed his girlfriend and used her as a human shield. She had nothing of it, and started beating him with her purse and yelling at him for being so stupid. Meanwhile Carlos and I started laughing and I don't think we ever stopped.
God Blessed us all that had the opportunity to call him a Friend, Brother, Son, and Father. His body is no longer, but his sole, laughter, and spirit live on through us all. May God shower us all with his love and strength through this difficult time and all of us continue to love and laugh as Carlos taught us all to do.
God Bless
Carlos was my best friend, he felt at times, like a son, (that I never had), and other times like a brother. Carlos was an extrovert and I was an introvert. He was involved in every aspect of my life, he was my sounding board. We traveled to London, Bath, Oxford, Tampico Mexico, Washington D/C, New York City, Boston, Baltimore, Los Angeles, Northern California, etc and every place there is a story to tell. I have grown so much by knowing him. My life has been enriched by his presents. I met Carlos around 1998, shortly after that my brother Ron was killed in a car accident. Carlos took care of me during those dark days. I don’t know if I would have made it through that, without him, he helped me heal. Now I have to do this on my own, heal my broken heart. Carlos is part of who I am, this is going to be very difficult for me. I am saying Good Bye Carlos, here, and will need to process this privately. I knew Carlos 25 years, he was 23 when we met. Thank you, for letting me know you, our friendship was real, we had arguments, disagreements, but our friendship just kept getting stronger. Carlos will be part of who I am, for the rest of my life. Thanks for sharing your son Santiago with me, and your family, I am forever grateful. Jeff
One of the things I’ll remember most about Carlos is his infectious laugh. You could hear it down the street, around the corner and on the next block, and you couldn’t help but laugh too. Love you uncle Carlos.
