My friend had colon cancer.
She was very close to me, loved me. A typical Limbuni, both stern and fun. Very clean and organized. She'd prepare lunch in just 30 mins. When I see people hurting and I am unable to help, I tend to run away from them. When her health started deteriorating, I started avoiding her. Every time I saw her I felt very helpless. I could not explain this to people because I knew they wouldn't understand how I was feeling. I did go meet her one time when she was in the hospital. She was in the bed. She was in pain. She started crying and I just couldn't. I got up and told her I had to go to work and I left, crying the whole way. She passed away and I couldn't even go to her cremation. After two three months she came in my dreams. She looked her healthy normal self. She said, 'It's okay, I am in a better place'. I felt glad that she was in a better place, without pain." (Abhilasha Subba, Kirtipur) More stories: www.storiesofnepal.com |
Sunday 1 November 2015
// THE END OF A FRIEND //
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