“In the end, it’s not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away”, was said by the viscount shing Xiong of China.
That was my friend, she could easily be described as the special one, and I get it, people refer to their friends as special all the time, but she truly was. It was a Saturday morning when as usual, I went to church and was completely flustered, having just been separated from my ex; it was one of those weekends when I just felt like running away from the pain of separation.
I was famished, there was no food in the house, not because I was broke, but I was not accustomed to going to the Supermarket regularly and did not realize that I ran out of bread and eggs, the fastest thing to prepare when I was in a rush.
When I got to my destination, my expression said it all, and I will never forget when she came up to me and said, “I do not care what it is, you will be okay, I prayed for you”.
We worked together for an entire year with the junior choir, and my high point was our discussions and laughter; she was a lady.
passed away today; I can still hear her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when the harmony was great when we practised for the praise and worship sessions that we so ably looked forward to.
She never complained about anything, she was always giving thanks, but for those who know what cancer is, I hear the pain is second to none, even greater than the pain I felt from losing a friend.
Losing a friend
I cannot say, and I will not say that she is
dead. She is just sleeping. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, she has wandered into an unknown place, probably thankful that she can finally sleep; the pain was too much to bear. I will remember her life, her warmth and the able way she sang. I will continue to be the best that I can be, that when I see her again, we can laugh and talk about the journey and share how much I missed her. Rest in peace, my friend, because you were my true friend.