Today marks the 9th day since the freak accident that took my friend’s life. He was only 36 years old. I won’t get into details to protect his family’s privacy and because it is still painful to think about, but I will share my last email to him, written 4 days after he passed. My friend, you are already so missed and we will never forget you and your joyous, infectious laughter. Rest in peace.
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Vimal,
At this point it has been 4 days since you’ve passed…Looking through our old messages brings a smile to my face. We talked a lot more than I thought we did, but not nearly enough…You were good at reaching out to me and I feel very blessed that we’ve kept in contact. I only wish that I was equally as good at reaching out and in making an effort to meet up. Instead, the last time I reached out was to try to bum a ride on your plane lol! Some friend I am, huh?
Wishing and regretting don’t do any good so instead I will say this: I feel very blessed to have briefly crossed paths with you in our careers because from that brief crossing, we’ve developed a friendship that has somehow survived both of our tendencies to bounce around in both location and career. I feel grateful that I had you to look up to and ask life and career advice. I feel equally grateful that in some way I was able to give you advice that was hopefully just as helpful. Looking back in our string of messages it seems you were very determined to get a 6 pack and become a brown Daniel Craig. Were you successful?
All I know for sure is that you, out of every single person I know, completely embodied living life to the fullest, going after your dreams, and then turning those dreams into your reality. Even your last social media post is so reflective of who you were in life. Living it up in Mexico, having just completed your soul cycle instructor certification and I assume celebrating with your fellow fit enthusiasts.
I end this last email with a quote from your last post: How incredibly blessed are we? #nevertakeitforgranted
Best Regards,
Laura
P.S. A flock of crows put on an air show for me a couple days ago. Reminded me of you. Who knows? Maybe it was you, paying me a visit. If so, thank you for the show. It distracted me for a moment from the tears flowing down my face and the sadness in my heart.
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Vim’s last post. #liveLikeVim
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