So, last week I attempted to call my friend Atique, who I spoke about in my previous blogs as only having a short time left to live, due to an inoperable tumour growing in his intestinal tract. He was in severe pain and bed bound as a result.
Whilst at work the following day, he tried to call me. Obviously I dcouldn’t answer, so I planned on calling him back shortly after.
I tried to call the day after, but with no luck. I then woke up the following day to a missed call from him, but I was unable to return the call for some reason or another.
So I leave uni early today due to a dodgy head. When I return home I check my email.
I new message from Atique
..which read –
Atique died Friday evening. The doctors said his tumour was growing quickly. He was strong and positive till the end.
Fuck. Well I screwed that one up, I didn’t get to speak to him again. Take something away from this, I’m sure I won’t need to spell out the moral to this shitty story. I hope with all my heart he got to see his kids again before he died.
And the heart grows heavier still