In Loving Memory
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006He was a young boy, he was only 21. His name was Geoffery. We first met in May. His dad owns a construction company in Belgium, and we were recomended to them by our agent to do all the renovation work for our house. (picture taken in may, our first meeting, Geoffery in red, His dad, Victor far left, looking at the garage and how it is to be done.)
Still a student, a bouwtechnische student, on his summer holidays. One more year to graduation and a bright future ahead of him, i’m very certain. In our eyes, he was a dedicated worker who was so very efficient. Ever willing to help us with everything we need to know and plan. We ‘clicked’ and i guess the age difference did us good. We communicated very well, and didnt have any problems dealing with him at all. Hardy speaks to him and checks on the progress everyday, and sometimes if hardy doesnt call, he’d call and update us. (picture taken in June, Geoffrey working on the wall of our baby room)
Imagine, still a boy, at the age of 21, conducting a MAJOR renovation of a house, alone, with 4 (sometimes more) older workers under him. He had to deal with so many issues and planning and regulations, wiring, lighting, ordering of materials, arranging meetings with other sub contractors, payments, planning the next step and he handled it all by himself. (picture: the extent of our renovation.)
We kept telling ourselves how lucky we were to have such a person to handle our house. how accommodating he was and how easy to work and plan with him. He took our jokes, he took our suggestions, he took my bargaining skills, a very humble boy. (picture taken before he left for Turkey, discussing the extention of our dining and kitchen with Hardy.)
Geoffrey had planned to take his holiday break with his girlfriend, Wendy to Turkey early August. Before he left for Turkey, he finished everything he had planned and arranged so many things for his father, Victor and the rest of the workers to do. Both Geoffrey and Wendy even came to the house that morning before their flight off to clean off and make sure everything’s under control. that’s how dedicated he was. It shows that he had the passion and dedication and love doing what he does best. We told him to have a great time, and dont think of the house while on his holiday eventho we had a dateline!
He got back from Turkey on the 14th August, took a day off on the 15th and continued working at our house the next day. Hardy saw him that morning before he started work. That night, on the 16th, sadly, Geoffrey passed away.
Hardy was informed of the news from Geoffrey’s sister, Anja, and she said that we dont have to worry about the house because the father wishes and insisted that he will finish off his son’s job right away. How can a family in such grief and loss would think of others first? I was left devastated and couldnt stop crying the whole day. I was so looking forward to meeting him after his holidays to ask him about Turkey. We have so many things to discuss and talk about, I’ve promised to cook for him once the house is ready, and it was just too shocking for me to take it all in. Took me more than a day to get over it, I had so many questions, Hardy calmly answered one by one with such comforting answers. We were both so very sad.
First question was, "how come?", then "was he pressured?", "is it because of our house?" i cant help but to feel guilty, "where do you think he is now?" He didnt have any complaints, any sickness, any medical history, nothing. His heart just stopped. I guess we just have to accept that everything is in God’s hands. In my heart, i kept saying "i hope he heard azan in Turkey, and may he be in a better place".
We were deeply saddened by his passing, it has affected us deeply, i never knew such a person would have such an impact on us that soon, that fast, let alone that deep. He was building our home, he tore down the whole garage with his bare hands, he worked really hard to get the house ready for us, in time for the baby.
We went to his service. The least we could do for a guy who has done so much for us. We paid our last respects. We can tell that he was loved by everyone by the number of people who were there. Everyone spoke very highly of him. We stayed till the end, i was so so touched by the family, who cant stop thanking us for coming. Victor kept promising that he’ll finish his son’s work very soon. We kept telling him not to worry and to take his own time. And at the end of the service, Victor said how happy Geoffrey was working with our house and he didnt have any complaints, and told him how nice we both are. I couldnt believe my ears. And i told Victor, any parent would be proud to have a son like Geoffrey, any sister would be proud to have a brother like Geoffrey, anyone would be proud to have known him. And i’m sure Geoffrey would be proud of them too. Tears were in our eyes throughout the conversation, felt sad, "sebak". As we spend more and more time with Victor sitting down, after the service, he spoke very highly of us and i thought to myself, what a man he was! his son just passed away, and all he could talk about to us was about our house. That same day he found out his son had passed away, he still kept to his son’s words to meet at the house with the people handling the doors. He couldnt stop telling us he will do his best to finish of Geoffrey’s work. He couldnt stop telling us how such good people we are. I was amazed with his strength and will and how unselfish he was, thinking about us. Such a big heart he has. He then said to us "i love you". We now know where Geoffrey got his humbleness and kindness. I was left with such and awe and even more full of love for this family.
We used to check on the progress of our house almost everyday. But eversince Geoffrey’s passing, i just couldnt go. I kept seeing him there, working, i kept hearing his voice and i just couldnt. I thought to myself, if i would be feeling this horrible, his family and friends must have felt even worst! Took me a while to go to the house. Hardy checks on the progress but now i guess i have to be proud that someone as dear and humble as Geoffrey has build our home.
Our love, gratitude and heart goes out to his family - His wonderful parents, Victor & Gertrude Philippens, His beautiful sister Anja, brother in law Gunthur, his nephew Quinten, his wonderful girlfriend, Wendy and his many many friends.
I’m glad i’ve told him before his passing that i was really pleased with his work, loved our bathroom, we like what he did to our attic, we love the velux he installed, good job on the garage and extention, and just how happy we with everything he had done. but nonetheless, i still feel that there should be more praises.
We thank you for all the hard work you have done for us, in building our beautiful home. i wouldnt want to trade it with any other houses. thank you for being part of us, this short period of time. thank you for your humbleness, your determination, your commitment, your skill, your time and your friendship. We treassure every brick you lay, and we will soon have something to show to everyone such wonderful work you have done. we wouldnt have a home, if not for you.
(picture: A very proud father and a i’m very sure, a very proud son too - at work)
This has taught me a lot, never to take anything and anyone for granted. Remember God at all times and how great He is. Always be thankful to Him, syukur with what He has given you and not to treat people badly or you might regret it for the rest of your life. Always give what you want to receive from others, you treat them well, they’ll treat you well. Put religion, race, nationality aside, God made us all the same, respect each other’s religion, values and customs, only He knows what’s in our hearts and our niat.




