Dear Old Friend,
You said that you are in pain. That on a scale of 1 to 10, it is always a 4. Everyday. It is as if someone stabbed you with a knife, twisted it inside, and left it that way. And only when the pain reaches 9 do you ever call for an ambulance.
You see, you remind me so much of my father. Or should I say, you remind me so much of my father’s cancer. The way it disabled him. The way it made him stay in bed for days because the treatment was too painful it left bruises on his abdomen. The way I could no longer hug him in bed because if I did, I would send him screaming in pain.
Everytime I think about you, I think about my father. How I wish my father was as strong as you. I admire your decision for choosing not to get treatment for your cancer. And I am glad you chose not to get any form of treatment. Because if you did, your 4 would have been an 8. Or a 9. Everyday.
Once in our lifetime we meet people who touch our hearts so deeply without them even knowing it. You’ve always touched my heart eversince we stood on that terrace and asked each other if we are ready and if we are alright.
I wish I can tell you how wonderful it is to meet people like you who truly understand what it means to stop holding on to hopes. May this Universe bless you with an even stronger faith to the joy of being present and unattached.
We are here, and we are here now. Thank you for being present.
Written 29 May 2017