Remembrance…

Back in August sometime I posted the lyrics of my favorite song in the whole world, Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. I wrote a little short paragraph about how this song had so much meaning to me in various stages of my life… one of those being my good friend Mauricio whom I’ve known ever since we were about 13 yrs old. Mauricio was diagnosed with colon cancer last year and ever since then, gave a very fierce battle against this disease. This was also Mauricio’s favorite song and every time he would drive down from Honduras to Costa Rica he would play it over and over again in his car… something I can still relate to!

This past Wednesday November 25th, Mauricio passed away peacefully at home, surrounded by the people he loved the most, his family.

Although Mauricio lived in Honduras for many years, we always remained very close friends. The memories we had from our childhood were so many that we could talk for hours about them. We dated back in 1985, he was the love of my life, but then again, he was the love of every girl in the neighborhood lol! We would always hang out at the park together with our friends and as soon as it was time to go home he knew it was his duty to walk me over. Half a block before my house there was a tree (el palo de cas), it’s where we would make out before I got home, it was our thing… and of course, every time I was wearing my tight white pants, he always tried to cop a feel… unsuccessfully! :o)  The most popular story was the one time he made out with 3 of us in one night, me and my friends Marcela and Rocío… we still gave him crap about that a couple years ago! Mauricio was my first teen love back in the 80’s and up to a few years ago he still had some of my handwritten letters from then and a photo of myself in a Brazilian red and white bikini…

Just a few years back, during every visit he made to Costa Rica, we’d always get together and have tons of fun. I remember about 8 years ago I took off to the beach with the kids, Tambor Hotel… it was dinner time and I got a call from the Reception asking me to go down because there had been a problem with my credit card and I had to leave the hotel. It was Mauricio… he had driven down from Honduras and suddenly decided he’d join us down at the beach for the weekend, sneaky dumbass!… it was so much fun! With every visit there was always a funny story, like the day he fell asleep on my bed and woke up snoring like crazy in his underwear, the kids couldn’t not stop giggling at him laying there in his little whities. My 30th birthday during Easter Week, I was home alone and depressed so he took me out to dinner and cheered me up… or the time he arrived at my house at 4am totally drunk with a chocolate cake and 2 sandwiches made from brown bread and paté, yuck!

Mau was my buddy, he was Uncle “Malicho” to my kids and he was always there, when I first set up my own business, when I divorced, with every broken heart, with every story, with my kids, with my family… Last time I saw him was December 2008, last time we talked was a couple months ago. He was sick, fighting hard and too fragile to see or talk to anybody.

It was hard to say goodbye to you last week sweetie, but I am so happy that you finally decided to rest and let go. You’re still with us, in our hearts and in our minds, in my stories, in the song… wish you were here!

In memory of Mauricio Chacón Solís, 1970-2009

Mauricio, me and my brother Guy at my house, 2008

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