You were the definition of a friend. No pretensions. No airs. With you, growing up became tolerable. Problems became bearable. Adulthood... I would like to believe we were getting by....
Misunderstood. Misinterpreted. Misconstrued. Judged. That’s who and how you were most of the time. Why? Maybe because people gave more credence to purported first impressions. Maybe because people would rather look with their eyes and listen with their ears instead of making the effort to know you with their hearts. Maybe, just because.... Ironically though, you were the one who continually reminding me not to be judgmental...
More than half of my life, you were always here for me... to knock some sensibility to my obstinacy... to point the difference between red and crimson... to cheer me up when I’m feeling down... and to just banter about the most mundane of topics...
Oh, we’re not perfect. You had your flaws and so do I. There were days when you’d prefer your own company and so did I. But when one of us called out, the other would be there instantaneously.
And now.... change is inevitable.... this so-called change that is constant.... this so called change that I fear the most...
Nothing can ever prepare us for this. Not a thing can ever do. No one will ever be.
I lost a friend three years ago, and, now, I lost another one....
My faith is telling me that everything happens according to God’s plan and one day we will know that plan. But, I am still asking the questions...
I know there is really no choice but to accept. Accept the reality. Accept the change. Accept.
You had quite a journey, my friend. It was worth your every while and I was fortunate to be a part of it somehow.
Thank you and see you soon.
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