In 2016, after 3 or 4 years, we finally got together. We enjoyed each others’ company and savored every second, every minute, every hour that we were together.
I remember that I was supposed to be at work that night. But I advised my manager that I will be coming in late; and then I advised him again that I will go in half-day; then it turned out that I couldn’t come in at all.
I couldn’t bear just leaving them behind and walking away. It has been a while since we had this much fun.
But the circumstances around it wasn’t a happy moment.
In 2016, after 3 or 4 years, we finally got together. And it’s all because one of us died.
On that night, we swore that we will start hanging out again — just like the old times. On that night, we said that we will make it count because life offers us so little time.
On that night, we were slapped on the face by that reality.
And now, a year and a half later, we will get together again. We will probably have a blast catching up. We will probably have fun just being in the presence of each other.
But it won’t be that happy.
Because after a year and a half, we’re getting together because again, as life would have it, another one us died.
This is a thing that’s supposed to happen when you’re older. Probably when you’re in your 40s, 50s, 60s, and above.
This is not a thing that’s supposed to happen when you’re in your 20s and in the prime of your life… just figuring out what you want to do or starting out after getting to that point of already doing what you want to do.
But it’s happening to us.
In just less than 2 years, we’ve lost another friend.
You know how they say that life is short? Well, it definitely is.
Tyronne, you will be missed. No words could ever express just how much. I’m hoping that you’re in a better place now just watching over all of us. Say hi to Fall for me. You two have a lot of catching up to do there (wherever you two are) and I hope you both are having a blast right now over a venti frappuccino or a bottle of beer; maybe a glass of wine if y’all wanna be fancy and shit.
Rest in peace, my sweet. (Feb 18, 1992 – Feb 23, 2018)
