You wake up one day thinking that everything is still as it is. Never knowing that sometime later you’ll know that you are one friend less.
A friend asks if you’ve heard the news. You reply eagerly, thinking that it’s just news of another friend moving to another country for work. Or two friends getting together. Never expecting the news is of a friend leaving everyone behind.
You go about the rest of the day, thinking of all the times you’ve been together, all the laughter he brought, how loyal a friend he has been, how good he made everyone feel, all the bear hugs he gave you, all the “bottoms up, Ate Marj!”. Knowing that all of those, you won’t have again, in the future.
Know Joms that you are much loved. That all of us are really really sad to not to hear you laugh again nor make another person laugh again. That you would be sorely missed. That it would take us quite some time to really accept that we won’t see you again.
Too soon. Too early.
Rest in peace, dear Joms.