Interpersonal Communication

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Girl Called Sharon

The first time I saw her, she was wearing a super large jacket that could’ve covered her tiny frame twice around. She also slept in class that very first day. Her name was Sharon. Little did I know we would become fast friends. We lived in the same area, ate breakfast at the same place, went to the same market yet for the first time we met, it was in college. Ironic, huh?

“Where do you live?”

“Sg. Dua area. You?”

“Samelah! I also live there. Near super tanker right?”

“Walaueh! Never see you there oso...”

Sharon, a friend who cared less about money, who loved eating tom yam noodles yet hate the spiciness, who was an extremely dedicated worker at Starbucks and always making us laugh with her spontaneous wittiness. I’ll bet she never expected her life to go the way it did and I dare say she made great friends while she was here in SEGi.

Death seems to be so beguiling when you’re talking about it, never expecting to be caught in a corner with the words in your mouth, wishing you could take what you said about Death back. Nay, it’s not that easy for Death comes for anyone regardless of race and religion. There is no more survival of the fittest but to what extent should we call it that way? Survival of the species? No, no, let’s keep it simple. Everyone dies. But no one expects it to happen to one of their friends. It happened to us.

Let us cherish her memory, uphold her with praise and pray that she is in a better place. Rest in peace, Sharon.

No comments:

Post a Comment