Category: Writers Block
It is a well Saturday evening; I sat in front of the computer and as usual, checking my mails. No, there wasn’t any from her still. I started to worry so much for her. Oh my girl, are you okay? What have you been up to? I could not stop asking so many questions. I remembered she sounded very low on the last conversation we had on the phone. Well, I can hardly meet up with her, too busy with works and friends. I do wonder, is that an excuse not contacting her? Adela is special to me, but yet not girlfriend, but a very special friend. Somehow, she had been very down last few months and she seemed so hopeless and lost in life. I was really worried. Adela, are you okay?
Finally, my heart told me to give her a call. No, the mobile phone was off. That was a bad sign. I tried her home number, which I did not really like to do because I preferred getting to Adela straight away. Ring once. Ring twice. Ring three times.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is Adela in?” Then, there was a pause, a weird one I thought and my heart was just too stubborn, it was beating so fast. Oh No, what’s wrong with me?
“Who’s on the line?” The person on the other end asked slowly, in a rather cool tone.
“I am Sean, her good friend.”
“Yes, Sean. I am sorry,” And, a long silence.
“Yes?”
Another long silence again which is very unusual.
“Adela passed away yesterday morning.”
I was so shocked and after saying sorry, I hang up with tears. No, I could not believe it, it could not be true.
I went to Adela’s house that afternoon itself. Everyone was shocked and very sad. I saw some of our close friends helping out for the funeral which was scheduled for the next morning. On the funeral, everyone recalled the moments they spent with Adela and her quiet presence among friends which made a difference. Yes, she was a quiet girl and she only loved writing and playing her piano. I was one of the few who had the privilege to read her writings and to listen to her compositions. She was very talented and she was always happy to see others happy. Yet, she’ll keep herself up to other people just because that she do not want others to worry her.
Everything was over in three days time. Two days after the funeral, I asked her parents’ permission to go in to her room and look through her things. Being so close to Adela, they allowed me to do so. There were books, CD’s and soft-toys, and her secrets, a diary. Then, I saw two CDs entitled “Adela’s Dreams”, & “the life of Adela”. Both are the collection of all her compositions. Initially, she just recorded them on cassettes but, later I helped her to make it in to a CD, and we made a few copies of it.
When I was at home, I sorted out the postal mails that were untouched for few days due to Adela’s death. A letter attracted my attention and I opened it to read.
Dearest Sean,
I’m sorry; I hope this is not too late for you to read. I can’t help it anymore, life is so meaningless and I feel so lost. I want to thank you for making one of my dreams come true, having a CD with my own compositions and playing. Thank you, it means so much to me. However, I can’t see any brightness for tomorrow, and, everyday seems so hopeless and pointless. Sean, I know, I promised to be strong and to be happy, but I am really tired. If I could not do much to turn around the reality, let me draw the full-stop to my life with my own hand. My dearest Sean, I’m sorry to left you without a word but yet I do.
I’m thankful for everything. Thank God for my family, for Sean, for my short life. Thank mama and papa for loving me all my life. Thank you Sean for always being there for me. But, I need to add; I’m sorry God, I’m sorry mama and papa, I’m sorry Sean. I’m very, very, very sorry; I have decided to give up. Sorry. Sean, pleas forgive me for my selfishness.
Truly,
Adela.
I folded the letter carefully and with tears and pain in my heart, I put it at the back of my diary. It was sent to me on the same day she left us all. I went to my CD-rack, picked up “Adela’s Dreams”, put it in the CD-player and pressed the play-button. Adela, I wish you sent that letter earlier, I wish I was there to change your decision, I wish I can show you your tomorrow. Anyway, you are still the special Adela I care about.
Few months after Adela’s left, it was a world youth composer compertition taking place in England. I sent one of Adela’s compositions to them and I’ve named it as Adela’s dream. I did not aim for anything from them and I simply thought that I could do my best to for fill her ambition, to be a world well known composer for piano solo.
A month later, on a sunny afternoon, I receive a call from England saying that “Adela’s dream” won the pries for the best composition of the year, and at the same time, they wish to meet Adela, and like to award her a scholarship to one of the top 10 music school in Vienna, Austria. I told them whats going on with Adela, and I told them everything about my poor Adela, her compositions, and the gift of talent she have in music. They want to listen to the rest of adela’s composition. I sent them the two CDs that I compound for Adela, and as the result they want to realest “Adela’s dream”, and “the life of Adela”, in England, and they will realest it to the whole world from time to time.
My Adela, my special friend, your dreams have come true. But where are you now? Can you hear that every part of the world is playing your composition? When I slowly recap back on Adela’s life, I feel that life can be so strong but yet it can be as weak as it is.
Adela, Adela, you will always in our memories, and thanks for giving me the chance to
learn on how to appreciate my friends, and my family, before I lost them just like how I lost you, Adela, my forever special one.
this is a short storry, compose by me and one of my closest friend, Rayne. the idea was come from her, and i'm the one who doing the aditting work and of course adding my own idea on it. actually, that have something to do with her. her dreams, her ambition, and the depress that i can get from her. hope all of you like it and do feel free to make some comment about it.
Season, This is most beautiful a writing… It reminds me of a few years back in time when oft times during the Christmas Holidays I would publish a Newsletter giving of our Family Happening through the year in passing. The idea had came from most lovely a Creative Writing Teacher I had in High School years in passing before. Her name was Ann and I gained so much from her teaching and for a Semester was placed in a class solo of hers… Anyhow one year came and after the Newsletter mailed to her home I received a letter from not her but her daughter saying, “Earlier this year mother passed,” Oh the grief and the shock of loosing someone so cherished and admired in my life and ever was Ann the encouragement giver to her students. Season, Your writing here brings back the most precious moments of sharing that I had with a teacher who was one also a dear Friend. Ann was a syndicated writer with her work appearing in many newspapers across the Country. Season, Thank You for you and your Friend’s writing, for reminding me…. Continue to write for inspiration is gained by those who read the words penned. As Life Flows on, Connie
Season what a neat thing you did for your friend! It's a loss to the whole world when such talent is taken before it flourishes for all to see.