Death comes like a thief in the night

Death is a mystery.

That sentence has once again struck me just last week. A very good friend, although not really that close was taken away from us (physically that is). She passed away at 28. Very young. Just last December she was with us, enjoying the party, coming in for the meetings and all... And now,just 4 months later, we'd never see her again.

I got the news almost a few minutes after she actually passed away and honestly I could not understand what I felt that time. She was such a blessing to me and to the group I left with her.

So where did that friendship start? Maybe I can really go back to the time when all the things happening (the not so good and you'd rather forget things!) were unfolding. She was asked to take over as head of the Division I belong with (then). She became my confidant. She became a person who heard what I was about to say... Gave me advise and sent me thoughts which helped me carry on with the task at hand. It was not easy actually to give up and move over to another department. Especially during those times when I knew that she too would be having a hard time adjusting to things around her. Now, as I reflect, was the added tension/stress an addition to her suffering?

Lord, please, I hope not. :(

This much I am sure of, she is in a happier place now compared to us here. Yes, she would not be able to see and be with her family but where she is now is a place where there is no pain. No sorrow. No worry. She's with God!

Rejoice! She will rise with the Lord.

I am naming my girl with a name synonymous to hers!

Woohoo to you Gaye! You will never ever be forgotten!