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Fare Thee Well My Friend

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n excerpt from the Lion king reads;
“It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all, through hope and despair, through faith and love, ‘till we find our place, on the path.”  
Slowly, these words begin to sink into my temples.

Tortured, tormented and pestered by a frightening prognosis was the last she felt on her frame. And now, she lies still, eyes shut forever, mute and numb she reclines. It was just the other day she’d call me. Perhaps to let me know, at best she cared for me. It’s farfetched to do just that now. Sad, distraught and empty I feel. Meted with an avalanche of piety with tears down my cheeks, I question-Why?
A year ago, we’d sit by her place and she’d speak her mind out.in her, I saw her dreams come to fruition. Pegged to her ambitions was that strong desire and impulsion to do big in life. Perchance, this is what catapulted her walks and willed her. Yet she’s no more.

She had a heart of gold and tenacity of a lion. Moreover, she fought and wrestled with courage to ward off the ailment that had deprived her of unfathomable joy she desired in life. I refuse to curse in damnation, her unexpected demise. Retrospectively, I celebrate her life. Though short-lived and briefly buffeted, she endeavored to pursue her dreams. Her eulogy would definitely go down in description of a person kind and humble, loving and caring, hardworking and rational, obedient and devout. I can’t agree more. Her personality, was facile simple, an imposition to outline

Life’s so fragile like an egg. Like a wind blowing away the seeds of a sycamore tree, her breathe scattered. Had she lived more, her odyssey would have been scripts long enough to fill a new chapter.
Death, that thief I’d loathe to meet. Revulsion is written all over me. The thief watched her exacerbate with agony at a vantage, rounded and took her away whilst she writhed her last stage of enervation
The heavens are probably singing into her hymns. With crown set with a diadem of flowers, she’s good to go to places heavens ever deciphered. The angels faithfully imbibe the ambiance of those lands.
“Perhaps they are not the stars but rather the openings in heavens where the love of our lost ones shines down to let us know they are happy”
                                                     -Eskimo Legend

As curtains finally close in the last chapter of your life, I just have to be pragmatic. Rest in peace, Judy.Fare thee well my friend. Bye till we meet again
  



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