My dear Sister, friend, school mate,
What just happened? I can’t process this, i’ve been trying to come to terms with your departure and the fact that I did not know that you were fighting a battle - bravely- on your own. I don’t know how to mourn you. I am reminded again that you were a better friend to me than I was yours. You always checked on me, looked out for me, hoping that we would rekindle our friendship. I would always promise to follow up, to call you back. You never judged me or gave up on me. You said you understood. When I look back the times we spent together were the best of times - high school and when we started our careers. I am so proud of you, the tributes speak to who you were and your legacy. I now realize I was absent far too long. I wish I had been there for you as much as you hoped I would be; cheering you on, listening to your humorous anecdotes, laughing with you, arguing with you, celebrating your successes, praying with you, praying for you. I missed your friendship when we were not together and I miss you even more now that you’re gone. It is God’s will. Who am I to question God’s will. To every thing there is a season (Ecclesiastes 3:1-15). Rest my sister, my friend, my school mate. Rest. Till we meet again in the streets of gold.
Betty M’Maitsi