Last month I encountered the sudden loss of the most beloved person in my life _ my father. Despite being in a state of shock, I had to force myself to remain strong and move on. That hardest time brought me a lot of bad and also some surprisingly good memories. It was when I realised the meaning of true friendship. It was when I knew that some friends were more willing to lend me a helping hand than certain selfish relatives and that friendship is priceless.
One good example is an old friend of 20 years and his two younger sisters who volunteered to help me organise the funeral and prepare the publication of a book in memory of my father. They spent several nights finding florists, selecting old photos, designing the book, contacting a publisher for urgent work, wrapping hundreds of copies of the book and doing much more for me. It was unusual since we had not seen each other for years but just talked on the phone occasionally.
The three reasoned that they had just lost their mother the very same month and knew how those losing a loved one felt and how badly they are in need of support. From time to time, I tried to find out why they came to my rescue. I wondered if it was the law of karma. For almost two years my friend and I had been studying for a master's degree and I frequently gave him a ride to the university since we live in the same neighbourhood. Still, it must have been more because of their compassionate nature.