Saturday, March 17, 2012
My dear, treasured friend Smruti passed away this morning, aged 51. She was waiting for a lung transplant that didn't come in time. We worked together for a year and over that time she became my work mum. She would tell me off, give me advice, talk to me about anything and generally be there for me. I called her mum and she called me by my full name, Jessica, an honour reserved only for her and my grandparents. As she grew more and more sick she had to leave work, which made me so sad. How could work be the same without her? It wasn't, and I left soon after to be a teacher.
She was so proud of me when I graduated. She wanted so badly to come to my graduation party, but by this time she couldn't manage stairs, and my house has plenty of them. She was there in spirit and gave me a big hug the next time I saw her.
I visited as often as a could, between her many appointments and my many illnesses. We would sit on her couch and hold hands and talk about anything and everything. I would stay for hours at a time, not realising that so much time had passed until my tummy rumbled.
Smruti was a kind and generous person. She would welcome you with open arms into her home and make you one of the family. She would fuss over you, even when she was at her sickest and could barely look after herself. Her smile could light up a room and she just had a sense of calm about her. People liked being around her.
The funeral is tonight. Hindu's don't mess around by the looks of things.
I don't pray, but Smruti did. She accepted everyones beliefs and everyones God. If you pray, please pray for my dear friend and her family. If you don't, like me, good thoughts and well wishes are also accepted.