My cousin Eric
I recall visiting with my cousin Eric when I would visit the Philippines as a teenager. He lived in Kamuning, Quezon City and we would sit together in front of his house and listen to dance music that had been recorded onto a tape cassette. This was in the late 80's, when I was a late adolescent and I could feel the heat of those summer evenings and scent of the exhaust from jitneys that passed along those busy roads---when it was easy to sit in shorts and t-shirt and listen to aging vendors call out: "Taho!"
Eric was genial and kind. Always friendly and open-hearted. I never had an older brother and yet talking with Eric felt like something I would have imagined had I had been blessed with one. He seemed more worldly to me---given that he was four years older but he was never patronizing but more encouraging and like an older brother, protective of his younger cousin, who was perhaps a bit too naive and inexperienced.
Eric had a man's sense of humor---easy going, affable, able to see the absurdity in life and observant of women. I will always recall his easy laughter and the kind way he spoke to me. And his stories made me laugh. He was occasionally naughty in the best way, the way older brothers reveal their wisdom.
Rest in peace, Kuya Eric. May the Lord bless you always and may perpetual light shine on you.
Dennis Recio, SJ
Jesuit Community, San Francisco