On death & dying still, translated…
It’s April, the month of your birth, but, I am NEVER getting the call from you, asking me for your birthday presents anymore.
At the start of the year, you’d given us, your friends, a farewell present: a list of birthday presents you’d wanted from ages one to ten.
You’d treated the first year after your cancer diagnosis as the first year of your life, and, on the list, it’d documented the presents you’d gotten for a decade, first year, knee braces, third year, jars used for purpose of treatments, at age seven, a decoration of cats, there was an assortment of things. You’d written down the reasons of why you needed each and every item, and how each of these items had accompanied you, how they’d created moments of gladness in your life. In the end, you’d thanked us, who were “bombed” by your gift requests, for giving you a TON of satisfaction in life.
You said, that that first time you were diagnosed with cancer, you’d made up your mind to celebrate your birthday every single year, this, was not the right of children, but a grace of God, that you should celebrate it. You’d told that the best of friends should connect with one another often, and that life should be wasted on your dearly beloved families and great friends.
The costs of the presents weren’t that much at all, but, we’d made an event out of everybody’s birthday, and had amazing gathering of friends. This illness became a wakeup call, it’d made us all treasure the time we have together, and that, is what everybody believed that was why you’re now, free of cancer then.
Without knowing, that fate had left a mark on you, so young, and none of us ever imagined, that cancer would come back to “stay” with you again.
“How I wish I could get more birthday presents from you guys. Let me take your love, and say goodbye to you, my friends!”, you said, toward the very end.
You’d started preparing for this day a long time now. And, don’t forget, DO take this article with you too!
And so, this, is how someone says goodbye to a dear friend, and, there’s NO way you can predict the future, and the person’s cancer came back, and, the friends are all very sad, but, they’d still accompanied the person through the last stage of life.