Dead and gone...

 

I went somewhere on the web.

There, I met someone I knew who liked something I wanted to follow.
I had not seen him in a while so I followed his link.
It took me to facebook and there, his last activity was a comment on someone's wall.
It ended with the words "miss you" so I got curious and followed the link too.
It took me to the recipient's facebook profile.
 

That person is dead.

 
She died on March 3rd 2011, and the day was exactly one year after.
What I saw kept me glued to my browser for the next hour.
Posts and messages had come in from people; lots of people.

Sweet words,
kind words,
Sorrowful words.
 

She really was gone.

The novelty of the whole thing kept me hitting the "see more posts" button.

She is missed. Missed by friends, family, acquaintances.
 

Then I cried.

I can't explain why I cried now that I'm typing this. It's not like I was ululating or anything though, I just was really touched. And I kept going.

I reached October 4. It was her birthday. Then again, posts had poured in from all over. One made me laugh though. Someone that was apparently ignorant of her demise had posted:

"Should I come to u and deliver ur buffday gift?"

My quick mental depiction of how that could work had me roaring with uncontrollable laughter.

A seemingly nice person added a lone comment which read:

"may you never go and meet her"

...or something like that.

I kept on with my backdating and I got to the comments she had posted before she died. They showed that she was a nice and friendly person. I had questions. Lots of questions..

Did she know that she would die the next month?

Did she make amends?

Did she KNOW??!!

My guess is that she didn't. Nobody does.
How would they ehn?
Answer ME!!

Forgive me for screaming.

The really nice words I read on her wall keep ringing in my mind. They would make her smile if she could read them; if ever she could. I doubt if those people ever really said those things to her while she lived.

But why?
Why wait?
What if we didn't have tomorrow?
Why indulge in that bad habit saying to yourself "I wont do it next time".
Who told you there would BE a next time?!

Why not tell Sade how much you love and appreciate her? 
Why not help Dolapo with the seemingly unimportant task while you still can? 
Why not obey God and do His will while you're still alive and breathing?

Her name was Yemisi. She can't read this right now but you can.

The clocks tick,

the shadows fade,

one thing comes to mind:

the end is nigh.