A LETTER TO A DEAD FRIEND
Dear Tata Romy,
You are probably in heaven already after months in the purgatory. It has been a year since you passed away. Your sins may have been laundered and you wished, as you prayed before and tried to be good, to gain entrance in the Pearly Gates one day. You never intended to leave the rest of the mortals but it was an accident waiting for you. You never bothered to tell me that you have a faulty eyesight. I knew it before but I was expecting you to come forward to complain. You never did. Worst, everytime you take the wheel and drive for me, you had difficulty in negotiating anything on the left side. But knowing you, such deficiency was of no import.
Besides, you believed, as you always maintained, that with me around, there was no difficulties to confront and that everything is surmountable.
I am not telling you this by way of scolding. You were smart enough to die early so that you won’t hear anything negative from me. You never wanted to hear anything unsavory from me in the first place. You would rather join me in accosting others, scolding and chastising them. You felt that your association, close association with me had conferred on you enough authority. Well, I am amused everythime you display such attitude. As a matter of fact, I was even prodding you to read every book I have completed so that the snippets of wisdom, the wits and ideas derived from the exercise would dawn on you. And I tell you my friend that I am impressed with your audacity.
I wrote you because while rummaging through my personal things I saw this compact disc which contained the recording of our radio broadcast sometime last year. I took you in as my co-pilot in that radio broadcast because you have the proper voice timber. By exposing you to the medium, you probably would be able to get the timing, the resources, the materials which I am also using and in the process, in the long run rather, I may be able to bequeath to you the slot and you would be on your own as an anchor man.
Our radio slot was an enjoyable experience. We had fun. We poke on each other, joking and exchanging thoughts, amusing ones. The two hours alloted for us would merely fade out without us even expecting that we have consumed the time already. I intentionally left radio broadcasting so that it would dawn upon you to continue with the craft. But you left also as soon I took my leave.
You never wanted to be alone. You always wanted to be at my side. You always expected some funny story, a gag or a yarn from me to begin your day. And I would never let you down. As a matter of fact, I also rejoiced at those tales I would share to you because your laughter was my barometer in delivering the same to others.
Together we enjoyed the bounties of wisdom. We even explored the possibility of leading an immortal life. We knew that science was closing in on such possibilities. You were prepared to become a centenarian and so was I. We were passing notes on the merits of herbal and some incantations so that we will not be affected by limitations of mortality. I knew that those doctrines I shared with you would not be wasted by trivial considerations.
But on that day, you chose to be on your own. Although I know that it would just be an instance but that space, that limited period could have meant so much. You had a freak, an unnecessary accident, for which it cost you so much—your safety and eventually your life.
It’s a pity that you are the only friend I had who stuck with me for close to two decades, without complaining, no grumbling, not even to whine nor submit any protest. You are an ideal buddy, a great partner. One who worship friendship and almost treat it as something sacred.
And yes, I thought of writing you also not only by way of reminding me of your loyalty but also because on this month, the universe claimed you as its part. My parents and recently my sister had gone also and I just hope that you will meet them all on your way to paradise.
Take care my friend and please don’t use my doctrine in getting privileges up there!
Your constant counsel,