How far can you go?

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, this picture is the defining image of the relationship I shared with Roy J George, a brother of sorts. He was there in the hospital when I was born and I was there in the hospital when he died. He carried me from my Mother’s care when my life started and I carried him back to his Mother when his life had come to an end. 

I can’t describe how it feels inside me to be gazing at this moment, to look ahead and stare at a vacuum of uncertainty, a void of nothingness. Who will talk sense to me when I meander? Who will I try to emulate? I cannot believe that he is no more, I cannot accept that he’s left to be cared for by God and his chosen angels. I can’t simply brush this off as a stroke of ill luck, destiny.

His was not an age to die, his was an age to achieve and he did achieve a lot. Laurels from his fraternity, continual education, the best Father the kids could have and most importantly the most humble, humane and emphatic human being I have ever known. I won’t say I miss you, you know how much I do. Till destiny brings us together again, keep watching over me my treasured friend and get the angels to guide my thoughts, actions and words. 

There’s one place you always were, are and will be and no one can EVER steal you from there from me, not even destiny.