It’s amazing how many thoughts can go through your mind and yet your body can remain ever still. Breathe, more like gasp for air. Silence. A tingling sensation from the back of my neck, down my spine. Piercing silence in my ears. Breathe. Rushed thoughts.
Just open your laptop and start writing.
I’m extremely aware of my body, of a deep empty hole in my chest. A heavy-dense-pull towards the pit of my stomach. Deep breath. Not too long ago a friend that moved to Mexico for medschool sent me a picture of a Facebook post. As I opened my What’sapp window, the world stop. A small picture of a friend’s face was staring back at me-I had been waiting to hear back from him- and there he was… The picture was positioned at the bottom of the post, below small black letters, announcing the death of Nicholas Williams, a dear friend of mine. The picture belongs to an article by “Wins abc” news website. This article reported the death of a Boston college student. wisn.com/…ton-suffolk-university/12008224
As I read and re-read the words… I still can’t believe it’s him. A few weeks ago we were making plans to go for coffee. Our schedules made it difficult to agree on a time… And you always think you have time… Him leaving this world would have been the last possibility I would have imagined… So we kept postponing our meetings. How much does it hurt to know that we were in the same city and I didn’t make enough of an effort; I thought I’d have time…. Even in his parting he taught me a valuable lesson, one of many…
I look at the picture again. His black square glasses, thick bushy eyebrows and brown eyes. I remember his husky voice and his graceful signing. His kind and sweet visage is apparent in the picture; you can just tell he was a beautiful soul.
A part of me is still waiting to get a text back… Maybe it’s not real? And yet, of course, I know it is…. A heavy deep pull towards the pit of my stomach. He’s gone. I didn’t get to say good bye. I didn’t get to see him… I didn’t get to say to him what a beautiful soul he was…
Having faced harsh lessons early in life, he always showed a positive, full of love, “it will workout in the end” disposition towards life. He was smart, sweet, talented, sassy; he was full of life. He had great strength within him; along with his contagiously beautiful smile, he would gladly help others through their hard times… He spread his love, support and kindness… He was a shining beam of light… And such an accomplished young man. Maybe he was too good for this world; he was only 25.
It’s so surreal… Yet, the acute weight of his absence is so very present…. It’s not an “I can’t see him because he is in Boston”, I won’t see him again; not in this world, not anymore.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful soul in a world that didn’t deserve to keep you… Thank you for all your kindness, your support, your encouragement, your example… Thank you for being a little ray of light, I guess it’s time for the rest of us to try continue your work… You leave really large shoes to fill
I know you are in a better place, where ever that may be… But I miss you terribly, I’m sorry we didn’t get to see each other… I’m sorry I thought I had more time…
Rest in peace my dearest friend, you are for ever in my heart…
Until we meet again
Mind Chronicles 
I miss Nick too- I am sorry you didn’t find out until recently. The loss is a tough one, indeed. But he would’ve wanted us to keep on living life. Thank you for your beautiful words. Nick, indeed, was/is a beautiful soul.