JANECEK

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My best friend is gone, lost forever.

Yes, I had a best friend.

Life with him was like treading through a field full of flowers on a warm summer day.

The scent of the flowers explode over and over again in your brain as the sun warms your skin.

God, I miss him. I watched him die, I watched the light leave his eyes. Helpless, I couldn't believe it, my mind shut down from denial. My heart couldn't accept it, still can't.

I remember how he told me...'don't worry your pretty head Jo, I won't let it get the best of me'.

When we found out he had stage three lung cancer. I believed him, I had no choice, I wanted to. Now....he's gone.

Why did you let it get the best of you Jan? Why? Now you're six feet deep in the dusty grounds of Niamey.

I would never see those eyes...smiling down at me, ever again.

Find a way back to me...Janecek.

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At a point in our lives, we all lose someone close to us. Death is inevitable.

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