Wednesday, August 11, 2010
[2:12 AM]
Death is one of the hardest things to be fathomed and they have been happening closer and more often than expected these past few years. My neighbour, the lady of the house next to ours, passed on yesterday after having gone through some difficult years battling cancer, leaving behind 3 children around my age and an alcoholic husband. The bubbly Indian lady who used to greet me every morning as I make my way out of the house to school will no longer be there to ask what and how I am doing and comment on how fast I seem to be growing. Sure we've had our rough times being neighbours, but they are pretty good people, always full of life and energy. I had never expected to see her go so soon.
It is always painful to see the people closest to you, literally or figuratively, leave you. I've lost far too many precious ones over this short period of life, it almost feels unfair.
But now that Ramadhan is here I know that they are all back to be with us.
May our dearest neighbour rest in peace.
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