Someone close to me wrote the following piece on his facebook page. It's been a tough last couple of years for him, as I know he's been worried sick about me... I've taken the names out of this piece, but otherwise the words are all his, and I think they are special.
You
see, there’s this girl. R. Pretty girl. I used to go to Uni with
her. We would say hello in the corridor, and we had a really good friend
in common. That was it really. We graduated on the same day, added each
other on Facebook, and went our separate ways. I heard soon afterwards
that she married her sweetheart, a good looking guy called D. They
had the world at their feet, and a lifetime of adventures ahead of them to look forward to.
Except they didn’t. Soon afterwards, D got ill. Really ill.
As is the modern way, R kept the world informed via Facebook. I
never met D, and I haven’t seen R since that day we graduated. I
doubt she even really remembers me. What the world saw (and I was
privileged to be a part of that world, thanks to Mr Zuckerberg), was a
young couple, in their twenties, deal with something that no one should
have to face. For the last three or so years, the world and I have
watched this young couple face those challenges with bravery and
dignity. Bravery and dignity that we all like to think we would have in
such a situation. I am not sure that we would.
So tonight, I am
working late, and I pick up the not-so-smart phone and flick onto FB,
hoping to find some amusing snippet or video to repost and pretend it is
my own.
Instead, I get the news that D’s pain is over.
As I said, I never met D. No real reason why I would. They and I are
of different generations. However, I feel saddened at his passing, and
I grieve for his family, especially R (‘cos she’s the only one of
them I know).
I guess I just wanted to thank them both for sharing
their story, and for being such an inspiration. Rest in Peace D, and
thank you R. May your god bless you both.
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