I learned of the passing of a friend that lived 13000 kilometres from where I am. I first met him in March of 2014 when I flew across the world exploring and made it to the shores of the Philippine Islands.
He was a kind gentlemen. At the time I met him, he liked his wine and was often happy when I would run into him. I didn’t understand his language, tagalog, and he didn’t understand English. So it was quite a masterful art of communication when I talked with him and he with me. But we always walked away from our visits happy and with a smile.
In the years since that first year, he decided one day it was time to drop the wine from his repertoire of life living. The last time I visited him a year ago, he was sober and looked regal like a King. His countenance and skin color looked vibrant and healthy.
He and his wife lived by the ocean in a simple traditional hut of the Filipino people. When I went to see him, he looked happy as did his wife. Everything was quiet and in harmony in his world. Even the ocean was in agreement with him. The muffled murmurs of the ocean waves coming onto the evening sands of the beach brought quiet from someplace far away. The ocean breezes pushed by the waves made the leaves of the coconut trees sway to a music I could not hear but that he could hear.
I felt sad he has left this world. But for some odd reason I felt less afraid of dying when I heard he had gone into the spirit world. Maybe it’s because I know I will see him again. I will see him on the shores of that sea of glass where both of us will sing and sway to song we will both hear and we will understand each other....