(Remembering a companion, who is suffering in the hospital bed and the doctors are reportedly have said that his days are counted...)
I am quite sure that this short piece will never reach to you. You must be in your hospital bed, when I type this. You must be silently suffering. There may be someone with you. Your mother must be sitting very close to you. She must be praying to God a hundred times for your speedy recovery. She must be remembering your childhood days. The things you did – perhaps something funny! Her suffering reminds me the suffering of our dear Mother Mary. She saw terrible sufferings of her dear Son Jesus. Your brother might be silently asking God, ‘why?’ He must be also recalling all the moments you both have spent together. They might include little fights at the dining table or at the play ground.
Bye now you have come to know that you would be heading to the home our Lord soon. You have accepted it gracefully. I do not know what I would have said, if I were to meet you this moment. At the most I would have touched your hands and look at your face.
We may not have been great friends. But we are friends in the Lord. We are members of the same Society. We lived one year in the same community. We worked together in the library. Do we remember while working in the library, I would often told you that one day I would read books written by you. You never spoke much. But always there was a smile on your face.
These days all of us in the community are present with you in spirit. Your suffering has strengthened our friendship. I began to realize the meaning of ‘friends in the Lord.’ If I ever get a chance to meet you I would definitely share with you this feeling of ‘friends in the Lord.’ I pray to the Lord, in whose name we are friends for your speedy recovery…!
I am quite sure that this short piece will never reach to you. You must be in your hospital bed, when I type this. You must be silently suffering. There may be someone with you. Your mother must be sitting very close to you. She must be praying to God a hundred times for your speedy recovery. She must be remembering your childhood days. The things you did – perhaps something funny! Her suffering reminds me the suffering of our dear Mother Mary. She saw terrible sufferings of her dear Son Jesus. Your brother might be silently asking God, ‘why?’ He must be also recalling all the moments you both have spent together. They might include little fights at the dining table or at the play ground.
Bye now you have come to know that you would be heading to the home our Lord soon. You have accepted it gracefully. I do not know what I would have said, if I were to meet you this moment. At the most I would have touched your hands and look at your face.
We may not have been great friends. But we are friends in the Lord. We are members of the same Society. We lived one year in the same community. We worked together in the library. Do we remember while working in the library, I would often told you that one day I would read books written by you. You never spoke much. But always there was a smile on your face.
These days all of us in the community are present with you in spirit. Your suffering has strengthened our friendship. I began to realize the meaning of ‘friends in the Lord.’ If I ever get a chance to meet you I would definitely share with you this feeling of ‘friends in the Lord.’ I pray to the Lord, in whose name we are friends for your speedy recovery…!
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