Do you ever feel like you are living in Season Finale of a thriller?
I have been feeling like I am in a Part 3 of a popularized animation movie
The part where, everybody dies.
The last three weeks I have received news of death every single day.
I lost a friend this week, and I am not sure how I feel. I felt cold, then I was irritable, then caught myself staring at one spot for many minutes, then couldn't find anything to wear so I arrived at work at 4.00 pm.
Juliet, was awesome. Even when laying in a hospital bed at 11.30 in the night with a UV drip attached, for pain killers, she would be asking your opinion on pop culture, African writers, relationships and the theatre.
I could never bring up a topic I didn't understand very well, she would argue it in all directions then I would be sitting there wondering- What do I even know?
But that is not what made her awesome.
It is her attitude towards life and death.
She would tell me "I was sure I would die last week." Then go into detail about what new flare-up she was having at the moment. But not in a woishe manner. Just facts. "I am sick, I can't feel my toes, that is my life yeah, please may I have a pancake."
She is the most grateful, sick person I know. (I can't use past tense yet)
I could boil a potato for her and she would act like I had just prepared lasagna for her.
She gave me books.
She gave me a dress
She gave me money
She respected me.
Death is close. I often wonder if I am living as I ought to, in relation to my sure mortality.
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