My Friend Has Died
It seems utterly ridiculous that the world should have kept on turning two whole weeks without me being aware that my friend, Kelley had died. But that is exactly what happened, and as I sit at home today, trying to finish up an issue of my magazine, I can’t help but feel heartbroken that she’d left this world so quietly, after she had contributed so much.
Sisters aren’t always flesh and blood, aren’t always linked to us through childhood memories and shared youthful experiences. Kelley was one of the few people I knew that gave a damn about underprivileged children, her neighbour, the intricacies and delicacies of family, the importance of always having someone who can help you navigate the unknowns.
She was enormously kind and giving, even when she’d learned she had cancer some years back. She’d fought that battle with unbelievable good cheer, and remained charitable to others even when she was not well. Somehow, I doubt all of us that benefited from her kindness and huge personality ever managed to repay her in kind.
I am devastated because this world has lost one of the best souls it ever had.