“In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for Thou alone, Lord, makest me dwell in safety.” Psalms 4:8
One of the saddest realities of life is dying. It comes in different forms and circumstances. Sometimes slowly, but more often than not, just suddenly. There was a time when I see death as a possibility that can happen only to a generation ahead of us. A remote eventuality for the much younger generation. As I stand in the middle, I found out this glaring truth- that we are never too young to die, nor are we too old to live.
She was a childhood friend, a next door neighbor, a classmate, a kumare. We were together since 4th grade until high school graduation. We went to school together, played the same games, ate the same foods, enjoyed the same music, even shared secrets. we practically grew up together. Our daily routine together changed only when we went to the university. Though she had a love life way later than I did, she got married long before I did. She chose to be a full time housewife to her husband and mother to 5 wonderful kids. But our friendship stayed on, though we no longer see each other that often. We knew in our hearts that our love for each other remains. But death snatched her away.
They say she was too young to die. Yet if we believe that our lives are already pre-destined by our Creator even before birth, so does the fulfillment of our life’s purpose, no matter how much time we have. How we accomplish that with the given time, the Lord gave us free will to decide.
Last week, we were all unprepared. Roobee passed on so quickly. We never had time to say goodbye. We could only stop and look back at all that we had shared together, and just imagine how it would be like to grow old with her. But no matter how briefly we had her, in God’s eyes she had already completed her purpose. What most mortals see as Roobee’s unfinished business, is now the life’s purpose of those whom she left behind. It would make her happy to see all of us to realize our own regardless of how many years we still have to fulfill it.
Her first name was Rubira. Her childhood nickname was Rubie. Some spell it as Ruby. When she got back from Thailand, she preferred to spell it R-O-O-B-E-E. But no matter how we call her, she remains my sweet and dear friend (actually there’s just too many beautiful words to describe her) who is always in my heart. She had so much love to give, and she gave it all away. Those of us who have known her, are just so lucky to have received a piece of that unselfish kind of love that inspires us to also give a part of ourselves. So that when the time has come for us to go, love would still remain and live on.