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Good-bye my Friend in Loving Memory…
A memory of my friend whom I loved very much
A friend of mine died. His funeral is on Sunday. I won’t attend. I live in a different country too far away to travel. You may think he may have not been such a good friend if I am not making the journey. I thought so at first but no that’s not true. He is dead. His body won’t know I am there or not. When a person dies that doesn’t mean his soul is dead.
His soul would appreciate some preyers, good thoughts and forgiveness so he rests in peace. That’s more valuable to him right now than me being there. We like to think after a long illness and painful last six months it’s the best outcome for the body — is death. He is in a better place right now. When the suffering ends it’s a relief for all for the closet people and the person suffering.
When I saw a photo of my friend in the last few days of his life, I didn’t recognise him. I didn’t think it’s him. He didn’t look like himself. The illness took away what I knew who he was. The illness ate his weight away, got his hair and the eyebrows. However, his mischievous spark and infections smile was still there. He was a person who wouldn’t want other people to be sad because he is gone.
I have a lot to thank him for. He was a good friend. A friend that would help me at times when I needed the most. He would always…
