My Friend is Dying

My Friend is Dying

I met Francis, my ex-colleague at his office.
"Are you in touch with our old birds especially Annie and Agnes?" I asked
"Annie is dying" he said, without breaking a smile.
"Are you serious or joking?"

Annie was admitted to the hospice since Jan this year. She had a relapse of cancer. Now she is all bones covered with a mere flesh. She cannot open her eyes and she cannot talk. She is born in 1960. She is younger than me.

Annie and I were colleagues in the Army for 12 years. It's painful to think that we were young, happy and beautiful in our youth once, but now in our old age, there is no resemblance to that beauty.

And now she is lying in her bed, waiting for God's angel to claim her to end her pain. It is painful to lose a dear friend like her. The last time I spoke to her was when I spoke to her at the car park as she waited for the transport to take her home.

She was always the secretive one. When she dated my buddy, she kept it a secret until the day she got married. In her sickness, she kept this dark secret from me.

We grew up together. Now, all that's left is the sweet memory of our yesteryears.

ps: She has left the day after.