So, about Akua.

So, About Akua.

I was looking at old emails, and I found one titled "Hope it helps, even if only a little". Attached to lyrics of verses and choruses was a song. "Yesterday" by Switchfoot.

Not wanting to open the attachment, I looked the song up on trusty Youtube and read the lyrics as the song went by...

"I'm alone for our last goodbye, but you're free... I remember you like yesterday, I still can't believe you're gone."

It's true - I can still remember how she laughed, her loud, over-happy sudden outburst of laughter... I remember the way she looked when she laughed at me and at anything. I remember the way her beautiful bone structure kept her looking Royal when she sounded like a Hyena... actually, she could probably out-laugh a pack of Hyenas. One of the many things I loved... love about her.

I still remember her carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, but being carried herself on the shoulders of a God that she knew intimately. I remember her High School Musical carry bag in one hand, full of knowledge in the form of science text books. From her other arm hung her velvet bag, equally as heavy. In her tall, lean body she carried the weight of cancer, of sickness... of pain and hurt... But her eyes carrying none of these. In her heart, she carries the hope of... Hope.

"A part of you in me is torn, and you're free"

I wonder what we will do in the future, and then I remember she does not have one. I think of Loto, Caroline, her and I walking home. Walking life together. Now that she's gone... Her memory has a future. I guess.

"And until I'm with you, I'll carry on..."

Then I remember how she looked in her casket. I think... I don't know what I think. But I feel a lot. So tall, she was. Really tall... Not only tall but also high - with her head in the clouds... the clouds of love and assurance... of hope and of things to come...

I miss Akua a lot. I wonder if I will ever not? I don't think so.
I don't hope so.

"So long my friend, so long."