Saturday, June 19, 2010
Mercy and I were close friends back when we were in the Philippines. She was my secretary. Recently we were reconnected through Facebook and found out that she lived not too far away from me. I invited her to come see to our place; after all we had a lot of catching up to do. He was supposed to drop her off to my house on his way to Canada on the 24th of June. It was exciting to imagine the thought of seeing my old co-worker/friend and her future husband.
Today she called me. She was sobbing. She needed someone to talk to. I listened. That's all I can do. The question that she repeatedly asked me was "Why did God take him away from me so soon?" I said nothing even when I wanted to say something. The wound is so raw. Anything that you put on it will only make it more painful.