08/19/2015

What'd You Done, My Friend?
What had you been doing to YOURSELF, My Little Friend?

"Oh, nothing, I am fine. I am doing OK ..." you would had said so, as cheerfully as you'd always giving impression to people around you. Oh, but you're not doing OK, you had a heart-attack. Heart Attacked, my Little Friend, my dear Mav.

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What had you been doing to yourself, My Friend?
My Little Friend.

(Although, you're the person called me your "Little Friend" but no longer, never ever I would have heard you call me the special title you owned, any more.)

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Life is not fair; and, it is So Not Fair for Some.
Not Fair, my dear friend! Not fair at all.
Heart attaced and passed away at the age just a little over 60.

Right after you'd found another job, much closer to your place (and left me be in this sunk, distasteful job) that you don't need to get up before 4am to prepare yourself and took care of your sick mother, and to catch early bus for hours and hours' commute and then took train to come to work; again, went thru all the reversed way to get back home after a whole day's stressed work to get back home by, 8 or 9pm ... and took care of your mother for the night.

Day after days, you'd worked so hard, for so long ... you couldn't bear the sudden release of all the stress, of your mother's passed away; and, you followed in such a short time after.

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For years, I have noticed you a sole caretaker of your aging and sick parents; how you'd survived from all the pain, all the hardship, all the difficulties ... Heart-attack, what had you been doing to yourself, My Friend?

You're the only person who kept telling me to be cautious at work, not to overdo myself, not to damage my health. Were you kidding me? Look what had you done to yourself?

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My Friend, oh, my little friend.
I still need your advisory, always.
You're the Wind beneath my wings, remember?

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Tonight, I made my last phone call to you.
No one answered the phone (unusually), so, I left this message on your voicemail, you don't need to call me back. It's not urgent but you know what I mean:

Hi, Mav:

I was told the news this morning. It's a shock. Every one who heard the news of yours was shocked. You didn't call me, how could you deliever this news of yours to me? No, of course you couldn't.

All I wanted to say is "what'd you done to yourself?"
You, the person who kept telling me to take care of myself.

I want you to stay at where you are and keep a spot for me, ok? We'll meet one day, and, I want you to tell me all the juicy gossip you'd loved to share with me as before.

Dog will meet you (he told me so, said he saw you but you're in stage of fitting yourself into such a new place of yours that you did not see him), he will approach you when you're ready; please pat him for me, ok? You know he loves you, dog knows who is good to love as I do.

Now, Take Good Care of Yourself, you listen to me. We will meet. Until then, my friend, my dearest Mav, my wind.

FLY, ...

Love
Forever

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