Another Goodbye

It’s been amazing, but I know you have to go. It’s been fun, but I know your adventure has ended. I will think about you, but I know you will remain strong. I will miss you, but I know you are in good hands. When I think of you one word will come to mind . . . strength.

When I think about the road we traveled together, I think about the long days in training – and the days you weren’t there, but were hospitalized with Dengue Fever. I think about a special Coal Pot dinner, Christmas Eve at the Cathedral and Christmas day in your village. I think about a warm Thanksgiving Day walking the roads of Dennery.

I will fondly remember our slumber parties, baking cakes, walking to Vierge Point, the Dennery Charity Walk. I will also remember hiding under a quickly made shelter on the beach at Laborie during an unexpected rain.

And, oh yes, who could forget your green thumb and spinning lettuce in your semi-automatic washing machine.

More recently, I will smile when I think about large flying roaches and the imagined possibility of ugly rats staring down from the top of a sofa. Whose idea was that? Oh yes, that secret location, known by just the three of us was your idea!

Now that you’ve made your decision, you are on a path of recovery and a land with plentiful toilet paper, while I’m left to anticipate fending off the next two pound flying cockroach because you are no longer here to save me from this fate.

I love you my friend and you will remain in my heart. Take care, stay strong and keep in touch. Until the next time our paths cross, stay safe and be happy! I’ll see you again on “the other side”.