Ed, Ronnie and me
― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
OVER wine and chicken parmesan and spaghetti we celebrated the life of a dear friend who went home to his creator a week ago.
The dinner was an invitation from EJ, the youngest son of the late Ed Lucibello at his pad here in Charlotte, North Carolina this evening.
He invited me, my husband Ronnie and another friend Charlene Marshall for dinner at his place and he personally cooked the food which by the way was excellent.
It was just bad that I couldn't take a glass of wine because I still wasn't fully recovered from my sinus infection.
The four of us--Ron, EJ, Charlene and me—talked about food, scotch, race cars and wine over dinner but we eventually wound up talking about Ed.
EJ recounted that days before, it was his father and not him who did much of the consoling. He said his father told him that the “business of dying” wasn't a big deal because he was prepared to die.
Ed was 71 and would have celebrated his 72nd birthday on March 17. He was born on St. Patrick’s Day. Ed died hours before Ash Wednesday. When I visited him three days before his death, I heard him asking me and Ronnie “How many days left?.”
Seating across him, I saw that despite his smile I can see his pain. The four of us would talk about other things but eventually it would go back to his dad, his lifestyle, likes, passion and interest.
Ed and Ronnie's friendship developed over a cup of coffee. Ed was a talker and great storyteller and Ronnie was a good listener. The chemistry was there. They met in a coffee shop owned and managed by Charlene @ Charlie.
Everyday Ron and Ed met at the coffee shop and with others would talk about events, ideas, politics and their youth. Their friendship is a club of sorts as they would meet mornings, afternoons and Saturdays except when Ed is out of town visiting grandchildren in Arkansas or Connecticut.
Who would have thought that their friendship would span years? For others it would have been short, but the two men have known each other for a long time.
There were times also that Ronnie, Ed and I would eat out. Ed loves food I guess, the same with Ronnie. I can talk a lot about Catholicism with Ed because he's a voracious reader and would often talk at length about the books that I told him I've read.
Then he mentioned about the book that made him cry. It was “And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini. Ed remembered that Hosseini wrote “The Kite Runner.”
Goodness I was so impressed on Ed and of course I asked him to let me read after he is done.
Then weeks turned into months and there was no book. To be honest I was mad at him.
Ron reminded me that since Ed is old already, he may not have been finished with the book and so he bought the E-book for me.
Sorry about that Ed.
In that book I remembered this line:
“ The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.”
― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed.
According to his daughter, Ed cheated death several times but I guess I have to deal with that in another story, not this one. Hosseini was right about the “people we meet in our lives” and how they impact us with their lives.
Thanks for the friendship Ed and thanks for the dinner EJ.
(The blogger/author is a veteran journalist from Cagayan de Oro City, Misamis Oriental, Northern Mindanao in the Philippines who works as a nanny in North Carolina. This page will serve as a venue for news and discussion on Filipino communities in the Carolinas. Read her blogs on susanpalmesstraightfrom the Carolinas.com. These and other articles also appear at http://www.sunstar.com.ph/author/2582/susan-palmes-dennis.
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