This morning i got news of the demise of a lovely young lady who had been a colleague and good friend while we both worked at an Institute for the Blind in East Yorkshire. She was one of those you couldn't help noticing when you walked into work each morning, the kind with the most cheerful disposition, a contrast in her personality was her ability to make fun and never find it funny while leaving the rest of us reeling in laughter.
As i prepared for work, even though i was thousands of miles away i could not help missing her so much! I had only left Yorkshire seven months ago, having lived there for four years, creating some deeply lasting friendships i could not help feeling a bit of despair.
For a while all my friendships meant a whole lot of a difference to me, at that moment i began to realize how much had been offered to me by people i had met a long my life's journey. Time seemed to go so slowly for me as i thought with such tenderness of friends who had meant the world to me. I decided to hold back my tears for a few hours until i had an appropriate place to let them flow freely.
Life is a gift and only when it ends do we then realize how blessed we were to have met some people who had touched us so profoundly. Why does this realization come only when a life has ended......i wish that every single day i would appreciate my friends and loved ones so dearly before i never can let them know how much they meant to me.
Phoebe
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