And I watched you, in the waiting room. Sitting quietly with you husband, Nick. Heads bowed, talking in whispers as you flicked through a magazine. Snuffles of laughter at something absurd you'd seen or read. A few times I saw you. Chemo complete. Bald like me. A sister. I could see you'd had your surgery. I had so many questions to ask. I ambushed you with them all. Cancer makes you brave like that. Your smile was wonderfully large and welcoming. It beamed positivity and possibility. I was jealous you had that ability. I was so lost and in turmoil and you gave me guidance, hope and comfort. You meant more to me than you realised. I was drowning when I noticed you in the waiting room. I wish I could have done something, anything, to spare you the exhaustion and the pain you endured so bravely. I never got to tell you how the seed of friendship you planted in my heart, grew into the most wildly beautiful flower of friendship. It bends its head gracefully with the gentle winds of memory and shared experiences.. of unspoken understanding. Rooted so strongly it will remain in my heart forever.
Rest in peace and let your light take its rightful place amongst the stars...
Farrah x
Farrah
24/09/2022
