The last time Is always something surreal. Most times we forget , we don’t think of it or we don’t even realise but there is always a last time
I realised the last time I saw a friend instructor supporter such a kind man was just less than 10 days before his death
He was well and fit then but neither of us knew his time was so critically low. But he listened to me and advised me and cared. He talked to me in a way probably I’ll never find again.
I didn’t know then that was the last time I would ever see him
And that was the last time standing in front of the gym and cafe flowers a relatively cold November day
The 9th to be exact
At 12pm to be exact
Until 1 ish be exact
And then the time just blew up into the air
It was finished
But his support for me was undeniable . I could not have finished my deepest and heaviest work without him. I could not finish my challenges . Some of which are not done yet. His support was unwavering
He always had faith in me
He always cared
He always cared
He bought me coffee
We sat down and we discussed women in leadership . He said
I can see your eyes light up when you talk about your app.
He was kind
There was a last time when he left or when he got on a plane or when he got to an airport or when he ate or drank something in a coffee shop at an airport or when he texted or when he emailed .
Always a last time
For me his last text was 10.23 sat the 11th Nov. Or a last email
November 13th at 3.41pm
Last times can be recorded but they can never be organised
They just happen
Or a last paper his name might be on or a last page of a book he might have been reading he sent me or a zoom just for my challenges or the final meet
Goodbye you heard of Sudan and now you have gone just like Sudan . Memories
It’s all memories
But I pray I won’t forget
You were so kind . So kind .