Wednesday, December 17, 2014

To the BlueGreen-Eyed German


To the BlueGreen-Eyed German,

Some time two years ago in Florence, I heard Thomas talking German on his phone. It was the first time that I heard him having a long conversation with someone in his language. I was told that it was your birthday. I knew so little about you then but knowing Thomas, I have more or less have an idea. The time I spent at your home has given me the privilege to get a glimpse of your life... who you were as a person and who you are to your family.


Beyond those blue-green eyes is an intelligent and heartwarming individual.. a loving father and husband. I enjoyed the moments when we played the game of flags... I discovered where your son got his love for history. I cherished the time when you cook us for dinner... I offer to help but you were insistent that I am a guest... your hospitality made me feel at home in a foreign land. I enjoyed helping decorate your Christmas Tree... it was my first real Christmas tree... looking at how much ornaments placed, you told us you could have bought another one. It was fun watching you and your family opened your gifts... even the terrible ones, your words... I still have some of those gifts including the little brown bear... and I cherish each and every one of them. Thank you for opening your home for me. It was, indeed, a pleasure meeting you.


I should have send a birthday greeting last year, if only I remembered. I promised then that I would do something this year... so I have pour my heart out remembering these sweet memories. Unfortunately, you will not be able to read this anymore. It is true that life can be taken away like a thief in the night. But in the end of one's time, we discover that he continuous to live within someone's heart. I hope this message will reach out those who have cherished your memories as much (or more) as I do.

I pray for my guardian angels to express send this message to wherever you are. And if you happen to meet a burly Filipino man with dark brown eyes, tell him that we miss him and never cease to love him.

From the Dark-Brown-Eyed Filipina

"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."