It’s been four days since she’s gone but I still couldn’t get it in my system that she’s REALLY gone. Gone for good.

Oh, she’s gone. She’s really gone. But I still can’t believe it.

When I received the call from her number last Monday, I had thought she’s just calling for some personal concerns. I had not expected to hear her sister’s quivering voice  in the other line, obviously trying hard not to cry, telling me that she’s gone. Despite knowing that she got a debilitating illness, the news came as a shock.

It’s still tough to get in terms with the loss at the moment.

She was more than a classmate, a friend and a  godmother to my son. She was my shock absorber,  confidante,  adviser, shopping-chatting-laughing buddy, mike-catcher (during karaoke sessions, when I don’t know a certain  song, all I need to do is pass the mike to her and she’ll do the number *smile*)…

I have so much wonderful memories of her - the million and one jokes we’ve shared,  the principles she lived by, the  songs she used to sing… There are just so much to remember of her.  And  I  know I will always remember everything -despite being so forgetful. *Sigh* One thing I will always remember is her faith in God. Sickness and all, she continued to praise God for everything -it’s truly amazing.

Haaay. I will just miss her. Her friends and family will.  I wanna tell her a lot in this post  but  I’ll do it one word: thanks. Or one sentence: Yes, thanks for enriching my life with your friendship.

I’m certainly sad to lose this awesome friend but a part of me is happy because I know she’s home. And that she’s happy to be home with our God.