In the course of a couple of days, my three closest friends experience the three stages of life.
One: Birth. A dear friend Billy just had a kidney her mother donated transplanted into his body. At such a young age, this means a great deal to him, since now he is off the dialysis machine. A new life.
Two: Marriage. Yossy and Yenny has been dating quite a while. Nine years if I recall correctly. A couple of days ago they said their vows, witnessed by God, families and friends, along with me and Francy. A joyous experience, they finally made it.
Three: Death. Ferdi is a long-time friend. One of those that you know early in life but sticks to you until now. Those kind of friends are becoming a rare thing. His father, whom I know quite well since I was just a kid, passed away. Sad, nevertheless, the family has been strong.
I’m not sure what I am going to say about these facts. Perhaps it is what it is.