This is my own response to my own prompt – Compassion – Don Charisma’s Prompt. One of my readers said something that reminded me of this, need to write it now, or tomorrow it’ll be gone.
It was my second year at University. Janet I’d not met before and bumped into in the smoking area. She’s one of those very rare women that I just felt utterly at ease with the moment I met her. No hidden agendas or manipulative game player in her, just a really lovely down to earth bright woman. Easily my type, very attractive woman, but never needing anything like that with her and she I felt felt the same way about me.
I also knew her husband who worked as a technician at the University. I really liked him too, just both straightforward friendly honest people.
Janet and I worked on all our projects and assignments together and were inseparable. There were a couple of others who joined our study group, but Janet and I worked on anything and everything. The couple of years to graduation passed, and we went our separate ways. She lived local to the University and stayed there, and I went back home and then got a job in London, some 200 miles away.
The summer progressed, and one day I got a phone call. It was Janet’s husband’s boss, to say that she’s died. I can still remember how sad I was having lost such an amazing friend. She’d locked her keys inside her house and attempted to climb to the first floor window to get in. She’d slipped and feel on her head, and died as a result of her injuries.
Janet is and was one of my closest friends, and a woman that I do miss very much, such a warm and genuine person, totally authentic and not a bad bone in her body. She was only 31 at the time, left behind a lovely husband, coolest guy you’d ever want to meet. I can’t really express how unfair I felt that was, and how unfair I still feel it is for her to die so young.
I travelled up by train and stayed with a friend for the funeral and the wake. Nobody likes funerals or wakes really, they are a time to grieve and let go.
I have tears welling in my eyes writing this …
The wake and funeral came and went. I ended up in a nightclub in the University town with some of the others from the wake including Janet’s husband. We were all pretty drunk by 1 or 2am, and trying to drown our sorrows. I saw the sadness in Janet’s husband’s eyes, and he saw mine, I gave the man a hug and we cried on each other’s shoulders to blaring dance music. I remember feeling a bit embarrassed and self-concious at one point, then thinking to myself, really I don’t care, I miss my dear friend so very much – the least I can do is share my grief and sadness with the man who was probably closest of all to her.
Her husband and I kept in touch for a time, he sold their house and I think departed for Australia on his travels. Long since we’ve lost touch, many moons have passed by now. It’s not that often now that I think of Janet. But I will always miss her authenticity, humour and charisma 🙂
A little melancholy I guess, and I can see more than one of my own prompts in this writing … it is a true story, for me I just wanted to write it down and share, not an attempt at any style of writing … more than anything I just wrote it for myself to remember my dear friend Janet by.
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