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Veronica died of lung cancer last week. She was just 10, studying in 5th grade at St. Ann's School, Se'bad. Just a month back when I went to see her for the first time "she is princess" thats what I felt. Her perfect round jaw lines, clear and light skin, curly black hair around her face and those communicating deep black eyes. She looked big for her age. Her mom was singing praises for her all the while I was with them.
She was in bed curled in her right leg as her left leg was amputated a year back. She gave me a fade smile. I spoke about kid's program, cartoon characters and saw a broad smile on her face which was often interrupted with deep coughs.
The day she slept in peace, I couldn't gather courage to see her lifeless so I decided not to go for the funeral. Was it right or wrong on my part I don't know. I still don't have courage to visit her family, to see the loss in her mom's eyes, to see the bed empty where I had seen her the last time I met. I have no words of comfort and consolation so haven't even called up the family yet. Someone was preaching to me saying that the Bible says we should mourn with those who are mourning and rejoice with those who are rejoicing... I felt like banging the person's face. Later I thought why am I reacting.
I had met her only twice. Her face keeps flashing before me every now and then. I find some connection between her death and my own fears, memories and loss. It just hurts. At the same time I almost say it loud, "Death? so what?"
She was in bed curled in her right leg as her left leg was amputated a year back. She gave me a fade smile. I spoke about kid's program, cartoon characters and saw a broad smile on her face which was often interrupted with deep coughs.
The day she slept in peace, I couldn't gather courage to see her lifeless so I decided not to go for the funeral. Was it right or wrong on my part I don't know. I still don't have courage to visit her family, to see the loss in her mom's eyes, to see the bed empty where I had seen her the last time I met. I have no words of comfort and consolation so haven't even called up the family yet. Someone was preaching to me saying that the Bible says we should mourn with those who are mourning and rejoice with those who are rejoicing... I felt like banging the person's face. Later I thought why am I reacting.
I had met her only twice. Her face keeps flashing before me every now and then. I find some connection between her death and my own fears, memories and loss. It just hurts. At the same time I almost say it loud, "Death? so what?"