Remembering of a Dear Friend
I have not kept up with my 1000 Words image posting for the past two weeks. During the Thanksgiving holidays we visited our family and friends in Colorado, where we resided for 15 years prior to moving to California. It was great catching up with people we hadn’t seen for a long time, and also visiting places we used to see all the time. I did take some pictures there, and I have a collection of images I will share with you soon. But today I am dedicating this image to a friend of mine I met in Denver many years ago.
Last Monday I received very bad news from my ex-husband in Hungary. I learned from him, that a friend of ours we knew in Denver, was brutally killed in Abu Dhabi on the third of December. The news shocked us, because we knew how great of a person Ibolya was, and we just could not understand how and why this could have happened to her.
We met Ibi in 1997, shortly after we moved to Denver. She helped us get to know our new home town and also the Hungarian community who lived there. Since she and I were both teachers, I started helping her with the organization of Hungarian children’s programs, and we became very close friends. I admired her energy, her willingness to help people, her endless awesome ideas about everything. She was also a special education teacher, which can only be done by the most dedicated educators.
She was a very loving mom, too. She did everything for her three children that would make them happy, healthy and successful. Even though they lived in the USA in a mixed (language) family, she made it a priority to teach her children the Hungarian language and culture.
After her family moved to Hungary, we kept up in emails and on the phone. They also welcomed us in the summer of 2009 in their home for a few days. That was the last time I saw her. We walked on the old streets of the city of Sopron together on a lightly rainy day, then we sat in a beautiful cafe/bakery where our children enjoyed some great Hungarian pastries. She was happy. Her children were happy. It was great to catch up with them.
I feel really bad about the fact, that after our move to California – for no particular reason – we didn’t stay in touch. We just both got too busy with our lives. What happened to her is devastating to her children, family and friends. She was a beautiful person inside and out, and she had so much more to offer to our world. But what’s important at this point is that she lived a happy and full life, and she touched so many other people’s lives. I saw a recent picture of her with the Kindergarteners she was teaching in Abu Dhabi, and she and her students looked so very happy on it. This is exactly how I would like to remember her.
Rest in peace Ibi! We will never forget you.
“The tide recedes but leaves bright seashells on the sand,
The sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops but still it echoes on in sweet refrains,
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.”