His name was Onni. He was a great man. He had stood with me through thick and thin. And he never deserved what happened to him. People say that... it is always the good who die young. Today, this could not be any more true. I wish him the best in the afterlife. I wish the best for his mother, too. It is sad... having been left to one's lonesome, having your only surviving family pass away. A car accident... discharge from hospital... then a heart attack on the way home. In a taxi...
Yeah... in his taxi. On the way home. To us. To his mother. We all prayed for him. All of us did this for him. We all prayed for Onni's safe return. Only to be met with... a bittersweet goodbye.
You can never anticipate these sorts of things.
ReplyDeleteEven Onni didn't see it coming.
Thanks for being with me throughout the oddities and aftermath of his passing - if nothing else, it's brought us closer.
Not every farewell has to be a bleeding wound.