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Belinda,

My heart is heavy as I write these words.

I found out this afternoon that you left us to be with the Angels. I am still trying to understand why. All I know is that you had stomach pains, went to seek treatment and never came back.

We have been friends for two years. All that time, you and I kept up with each other. You did not miss sending a message on a birthday, a graduation or any major event in my life. You entered my life as stranger and accelerated to a trusting friend quickly. I am struggling to find the words as I write because I am still in shock. I am messaging friends and asking if the news of your passing is really true. I am trying to wake up from this nightmare.

Your mother is on my mind. Every time we spoke, she asked that you say hello to me on her behalf. I can only imagine how her day has been. You left us all in a helpless state. Struggling to understand if your passing is a dream.

Last week, you sent me a message just before I left for Ghana. My heart is heavy again because I did not respond. I was planning to but never did.  I said ‘Hey” to you today hoping that you will respond.  Now I know these may be the last words you and I will ever share.

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I have to write these words as a tribute to you and our friendship

 

You were the answer at the end of the road

You knew very well that the world was not perfect but you always found solid ground

I can’t understand your passing at such a young age

I can only tell you that I will shed a tear out of sadness but that tear will be sprinkled with the light you brought into our lives

When the stars have all gone out, you will still be burning bright

Oh Lord, please cast us gently into the next day because today has been so unkind

 

You are beautiful, full of life, ambitious and very caring. Your smile is infectious. I learned a great deal about life from you. The void you are leaving can never be filled. You are too young. Too young to be gone. I am using the present tense for you because I am still refusing to believe that you are really gone.

I pray that the Lord grants you a well deserving rest. I pray that God consoles your mum, your family and all your loved ones.

Rest in Peace, my lovely friend.

Kwadjo Panyin

Author: Kwadjo Panyin

Kwadjo Panyin is a Ghanaian born relationship and lifestyle blogger located in Los Angeles, California. He holds three degrees; a Bachelors degree from Rutgers University in New Jersey, an MBA from Franklin University in Ohio and a Masters of Science degree from Northern Kentucky University in Kentucky. Kwadjo is a business professional who blogs for fun. His articles are about the challenges of dating and relationship anomalies. Writing, blogging, world travel, and photography are his favorite hobbies.

3 Comments

  1. Editta says:

    My sincere condolences Kwadjo. May she rest in perfect peace and may the good Lord comfort you at this very difficult time.

  2. Kay says:

    May she rest in peace. The Lord knows best

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