Those Blue Eyes

A long time ago, when Chuck and I first started living in Mexico, we went shopping for paint with our dear Mexican friend Carlitos.
In the paint store we all noticed this little old lady moving back and forth, surrounded by the usual crowd of grand daughters and assorted kids.
The little old lady finally got the courage to approach Carlitos, who was obviously Mexican, and said to him
please make them look at me. I have never seen such blue eyes before in my life.
This was mostly due to Chuck, who did indeed have the bluest, most sparkling of eyes.
I remember the shock of seeing them on stage the first time, like blue beacons.
So we looked at her and smiled, and she went away happy.
And to the last minute, at the hospital, with his brother James on one side of the bed and his sister-in-law Kathy on the other and me at the end, he still had those incredible, sparkling blue eyes.
Boy, how I miss those blue eyes.