𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

If anyone ever told me that my friend's mom would be gone even in the next five years, I'd never believe.

She was full of life, vibrant and very beautiful. More to that we both have Diastema. That was something that made our bond stronger because she always flaunted her beautiful dentition every time she took pictures with me.

The last time I saw her was the day my friend planned a beach hangout and her mom was the life of the party.

She ensured the day went flawless, which made it so memorable. I remember sitting right next to her, as she shared stories from her youthful days. The laughter, hugs and smiles filled the whole air. We danced together, played games, and just had fun.

Few weeks back, I received a distress call that she was very sick. She had a stroke and just last week, she eventually kicked the bucket. Her night came so fast and which left us all heartbroken.

Today was quite a sober day, as we went for her funeral and what hurt me the most was the fact she wasn't so old. She was in her early fifties.. A step to experiencing old age but death said no!!

Every time I attend funerals, I reflect on life so much and always reminded that this life is fickle.

We are like a mist which could be seen in the morning and before the end of the day, it's gone for good.

The year is almost ending and I never thought I'd count another loss. My friend is heartbroken and that hurts so bad. I watched her cried her eyes out and begged for a miracle.

Her younger sibling is just a teen and I keep asking, how she'd cope without a motherly figure in her life.

I still can't process the trauma she'd be experiencing at such a tender age and how she would navigate life without her pillar, her mom.

We need to start giving people their flowers as much as we can now that we have them. Tomorrow is truly never promised. I wish I told her I loved her so much.. Yes I did while she was alive but not as much as I would have loved to.

Today, I wrote an epistle and it hurt deep that she's no more to hear me read it to her. The only thing that's left of her is her beloved memories and her good deeds. Everyone had something nice to say about her.

I still find it hard to say goodbye.. six feet never felt so far!

I always tell people not to take life so serious because at the end, we all get screwed! Are you still holding a grudge against someone? Will it even matter when that person is no more? Are you still trying to hide how much you feel about a person? Would you not regret they never get to hear how much they mean to you when they are gone?

Are you still feeling puffed up with pride about your possession? Will you ever be buried with it? Are you so arrogant because you're very beautiful or handsome? Is there a beauty contest in the grave? Are you shy to take pictures? What would be left of you when you are gone? Memories keeps us alive in the hearts of our loved ones, take as much pictures as you can and share them to your loved ones.

Let's all lead humbly and live this life to the fullest as much as we can. Nobody knows who is next but one thing we can be sure of is.. Leaving a life that's worthy of emulation even when we are gone.