It’s now one day after my friend was buried, 24 hours since I saw her lowered into the ground.

It’s two days since I heard eulogies in her honour and a church full of people weeping and laughing in turn at person they could no longer see.

It’s three days since her body – her cold cold body lay still in the coffin convincing me beyond all doubt that she truly is no longer here and will not walk amongst us in daylight again.

It’s four days since the hospital held an inquiry into her death and told us they could not for the life of them understand what truly caused her sudden death.

It’s five days ago that I spoke to her husband and 2 year old daughter she left behind to give some measure of comfort I could only at best lamely provide.

Six days ago, we had finished the plans for her farewell and begun to prepare ourselves for the final journey she would walk with us albeit fleetingly together here on earth

It’s seven days ago we all sat in the jam packed house and wept – men and women alike over the life of one of us that was taken for reasons we still do not yet know why.

Eight days ago, were drove like lunatics at 5 am in the morning in response to a call which we thought at the worst would only involve a short hospital stay.  I even took a book along to read.

Eight days ago, we were told she gone away for good at 1am that morning, and hugged her mum who held tightly to a picture of her eldest daughter who was crying so hard that I thought her heart will break.

But…

Eight days ago she was laughing so hard that asked her husband to stop.

Eight days ago her husband brought her breakfast in bed and lunch as well.

Nine days ago she submitted her MBA project – which we now know she passed – she’s an MBA now.

Ten days ago she still called me Alec instead of Alex to her great amusement and my ongoing feigned chagrin.

Eleven days ago despite being in pain, she still rang up a friend to encourage her through her pain and despair, pleading with her to look past the present and hope for the future.

Eleven Days are so short, so fleeting, and so quick. On three of those days she was with us, the other eight were memories of when she was here.

If you had 3 days to live, what will you do?

If we were present at your funeral what would you want us to say?

If there was anything you could change now, will you change it?

If you have a dream, a vision so big, will you still cower fearfully and not do it?

We do not know what tomorrow will bring, but we definitely can change what our tomorrow will be.

Consider my friend and make your days especially today, the best they can possible be

Take care,