The whole, sad story...

Yesterday morning, Jose Angel, Jonathan, Eynar and Augusto Cesar left for La Boquita, near San Juan del Sur for a well deserved break.

By noon they saw the sea, for the first time for most of them. (except Jose Angel)

They couldn't wait to get in the water.

As soon as they were in, an enormous wave swept Eynar away.

the three brothers saw before their eyes how he struggled for his life.

For two and a half hours, the life savers were looking with several boats to find Eynar...

To no avail...
This morning at 5am, the brothers found Eynar's body.
They called me up a little later...
They told me...  "The same wave that took him deep into the sea yesterday morning, brought him back today..."
I was sad because this confirmed my worst nightmare... Eynar is no more...
On the other hand... I was relieved that they found him, so that he could get a proper burial.


I just got back from Eynar's "house".
I spent almost all day there.
My presence was highly needed, as nobody had any money at all.
Coffee, bread, rice, chicken, sugar, ...
A coffin, crown flowers, ...
There were so many people there...


I was almost in shock when I saw in what circumstances the boys were living there.
A teeny weeny little shack, not much bigger than a double bed...
All four brothers slept there...
They had to eat, make homework, ... on the bed...


I wonder what these people would have done if they didn't know anybody whom could help them out financially.
there is literally NOTHING there...
SO humble that they live... I still can't believe it.
And always nicely dressed and freshly washed... one would never expect this.


His family is so nice...
His aunts and uncles and the abuela, whom I talked to for a long time.
Everybody kept on insisting that I'd go and have a last look at him through the glass pane in the coffin...

But I wanted to remember him like I last saw him...
A happy young man with beautiful dark curly hair and a great smile.
He hugged me and said: "Thank you Jan, for everything... eres un buen amigo..."
and that's the picture of Eynar that I want to keep in my memory...
The brothers took very good care of me.
Asked if I needed water or coke light every 20 minutes.
I cried and cried and cried...
They were always there to comfort me and each other.
This was my first wake in Nicaragua.
So much grief in one place...

Jonathan is the oldest now, and he already took over the difficult task of being the older brother.
All the boys promised me that they would make Eynar proud.
Do their best at school, be helpful and support each other no matter what.

Eynar died on "Good Friday". The same day that Jesus Christ died for us.  He will be buried on Easter Sunday, the day that Christ rose from the dead.  

I cannot think of a more symbolic day to lose your life.

Eynar was indeed an angel, who did everything a brother, son, grandson and friend could ever do to help others. 

I cannot think of a more perfect man who spent his short life doing angelic efforts for the betterment of others.

Jonathan hugged me many times and told me not to worry...
Eynar would still be with them in spirit, although his soul is in heaven.
God is taking care of their beloved brother now, he told me, he's in good hands.


I though that by now, I would have run out of tears, but they're still rolling down my cheeks.