Recently, I found out that a friend of mine from uni had passed away. I have to admit, I didn’t stay in touch with her after I graduated. We were connected on Facebook but… well… I don’t really use Facebook.
I’m still in a bit of shock and disbelief over what happened. Living far away, it’s easy to not have to believe it. After all, we hadn’t spoken in years. It’s not like I was in frequent contact with her and she was suddenly gone. In some aspects, she had already been absent from my life for a while, and one could argue that this, from my daily perspective at least, wasn’t much of a difference. But that isn’t true… Even if I hadn’t been in touch, now there is no chance of it ever happening, and that makes the difference…
I can’t help but remember the times we spent together. We were in the same political party in uni. During campaign season, we would spend long hours after classes. Rehearsing and planning. Eating and talking and laughing. She helped us out after we got elected. I remember talking about ghosts and “third eyes”. I remember her tarot cards. She believed I had psychic abilities that I could tap into if I wanted. I believed in all of it back then — I don’t anymore, now — but it still makes me smile, thinking about those days.
Funnily enough, I’d actually talked about her recently, before she passed. I talked about she had eaten improperly-cooked meat at the food stalls near uni and had contracted hepatitis. “She turned bright yellow!” I’d said. “Like highlighter yellow! And apparently she had been more yellow, and had already gotten better at that point!”
It hurts to think that she is no longer living and breathing on this earth. That this person, that I had spent a part of my life with, was gone.
(I guess that’s one of the reasons why I’ve been a bit melancholic these past few posts. It doesn’t help that it’s also December so I’m in a “where has the year gone?!” mood.)