A friend of mine passed away this week. Not a close friend, but a friend and a person who was “salt of the earth” in every way, especially during the times we spent with her. Even though we were not “barkada” or even in the same age group … she was still a friend, someone who had touched my life in a way that I will never forget, no matter how briefly I knew her.
I didn’t know I would be as affected as I’ve been the last 24 hours since I heard the sad news. Sad news… It was more than sad. It was devastating. In my mind, I was reeling with thoughts. I’m sorry… I’m sorry we never really got to be more than just friends… I’m sorry, even if I don’t know what I’m really sorry for… So, so sorry.
After I heard the news, all I wanted to do was hug my family. Hug my brothers and their families. Hug my parents. Text my friends and ask them how their day was. Email friends across the seas whom I hadn’t connected with in a while (social media excluded).
It still has not sunk in. But what is sinking in is that, all of a sudden, everything seemed to be more fragile. Everything we know and love is magnified as precious and undeserved. In the reality of loss and death, humanity is all the more real, and time is fleeting.
And this is why the world seems heavier today.