Just this morning, while my husband was listening to old favorites, those folk songs from the early 70's or 80's, the song "The Greenfields" by Brothers Four, was played. (I just searched the internet for the name of the singers).
That song was always sung by my best friend, who was also a close relative, during high school. He had such a nice voice, that he was always the one tasked to sing after the nightly rosary and floral offering held during vacation, in May.We were neighbors, almost all related to each other, who met after dinner, prayed and offered flowers to the image of the Virgin Mary.
We perform the so-called "Flores de Mayo," (Flowers of May) where we offered flowers to the image of the Virgin Mary. We had a makeshift "chapel," the front terrace in the home of a former teacher/researcher at the University of Maine. She was a very intelligent woman, a former Philippine government scholar, a Chemical Engineer, who opted to retire and went back to the Philippines. She became our leader in the nightly floral offerings and rosaries.
And so my best friend, always sang his masterpiece, "The Greenfields." We were in high school then.
I got no news what happened to him when I went to college. I was already in my day job as a journalist when I learned that he died mysteriously in the cargo ship where he served as its Captain. He was intelligent, specially in Mathematics. Maybe he studied about Seamanship or Navigation Course in college.
His death remained a mystery. His mother said she did not know if there was foul play. I did not have the detailed account of the cause of his death. Communication then from Manila to the province was hard, unlike today where there is internet and mobile phones. So news like that happen without the knowledge of relatives in some far places.
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