Let's admit it, there are people in our lives that, we assume, will always be where we left them. Just like Benjamin Button when he left his 'Momma' to see the world, he left his mother knowing that she will be there in that home when he decides to return.
That's exactly how I felt with Ms. V.
I met her almost 5 years ago. My last term for my first year in college. She was always full of color. Splashes of red, blue, pink and yellow. A ribbon here, a trinket there and a hundred charms, crystals and bangles around her arm. She was such a colorful force to reckon with.
Over my stay, she was the most sincere person I ever knew there. If she could, she would. Gate passes for guests we forgot to endorse, sheets of paper, letters to professors... if she could give it, she would. Despite everything, I will always be most grateful for her company. Frances and the gang knew that once we opened those doors, her smile and her greeting was there and we only had to ask to know how we can get what we were looking for.
Not too many people knew that she would keep me company when I was all alone running errands for my course organization. She would talk to me, help me out and even ask if I needed anything.
At a time when I felt like I could not depend on anyone, she was there. My mistake is that I always thought she will be there. I can never imagine visiting and not seeing that burst of color greeting me with a sincere smile. Loosing the most colorful person you know makes your life seem like it has one less color to focus on.
Crying a little,
Someone Anxious.
