Sorry to Say: “Good Bye Selina.”

It was a Sunday morning when a doorbell rang to Marcel’s home and it was Marcel’s wife who opened the door. At the door, it was Lisa and Robert. They never visited Marcels before at their place. So, Marcels were surprised. They invited Lisa and Robert in and had them sit comfortably in the living room. Lisa and Robert realized that Marcels were surprised.

Lisa is the one who said in a low voice: “We are going to see Sofia, would you two like to come along with us?”

Marcel said, looking towards his wife for instant approval: “Sure, what’s wrong?”

Robert answered, without looking towards his wife (Lisa started crying): “Just heard from David that Selina passed away. Selina’s sudden death was due to falling downhill while walking in a village. It was an instant death. Bobby was with her.” They did not know anything more.

“We have to tell that to Sofia. Find out the details later,” said Marcel’s wife.

“Do not know how to tell her,” said Lisa.

“Yes, it is a big issue.” Marcel sat down in a chair and said we need to figure this out. Sofia won’t be able to take it. It’s hard for Marcel’s too.

While all four were thinking and their brains were going numb, Marcel’s wife volunteered to tell Sofia. All were a bit relieved. Marcel’s wife suggested that one of them call Sofia and meet them at a nearby children’s park and give a reason, like, Marcel wants to talk to Sofia—nothing more. She suggested that Robert should make the call just in case Lisa started crying over the phone. Robert agreed. The plan worked, and Sofia did show up.

All of them met at a children’s park that same afternoon. Sofia was surprised to see all of them there and noticed their mood from their faces.

Before any conversion started, Marcel’s wife said, just like a command: “Sofia, sit down beside me.” And then, she held her hand and delivered these words: “Sofia your mama’s soul is in heaven. May God be with her.”

Sofia was as calm as a stone. Her tear drops were slowly sliding down the chin like little water fountains on a mountain, sliding down slowly. Marcel knew Sofia is a strong woman. So is Marcel’s wife. They hugged, and all of us just stood there watching.

Later that day, Marcel learned from Robert that Amina, David, Nadia, and Reza already took a flight to Morocco on Sunday early in the morning. Sofia, Lisa, and Robert will fly tomorrow morning. Marcel’s wife and Marcel do not travel at all. Marcel, he was sad.

It was Selina’s wish that she should lay to rest near a Saffron field. So, the family made the arrangements accordingly.

In a week, Marcel met Sofia, Lisa, and Robert. They were back from Morocco. Everything went well as planned. The last word that Selina spoke was “Sofi,”

A month later, Marcel heard that Sofia made a new commitment to spend the rest of her life as a caregiver. She decided to work in Williamsburg, Virginia.

Mike and Selina


Remember Mickey? (my Post, June 10,2016).

Mike was telling me his love story with Selina over a cup of coffee.

Mike’s Story:

Ravi, you know I liked sports in my high school life. When Selina left Brooklyn for Harvard I was heart broken. I did not make either in sports, or in high school. I quit. My father was very disappointed. It did not matter to my mother. She was happy as long I am in good health. And I was in good health. Some how she liked my relationship with Selina, but, she could not do anything about it. Going forward in my life, my father wanted to help me out. He offered me job in his business. My father had import business handed over by his parents. They imported coffee from Kenya, Africa. I was already eighteen years old and I wanted to explore my options in my life by myself. Besides, I did not like that business, anyway. Nevertheless, my father wanted to help. I struggled many days on his proposal. I asked my father to support me with a minimum wage/hour amount until I find something I wanted to do. My father agreed. In those days, even though I was missing Selina very much, I was not in contact with Selina either. We did not break-up last time we were together, but Selina said maybe we see each other again. She had lot in her mind, then. MiKe took a breath and continued.

I tried many things; nothing seemed to work for me. I tried truck driving, and taxi driving; I did well, but I did not like it, sitting all day. Then I tried to work with a moving company where driving and lifting skill are required. When I found out that the dispatcher policy to discriminate who goes where in what neighbor hood, I got angry and quit. It appeared to me I was getting very good in quitting. I kept on trying.

A year later, I went to Harvard campus stadium to watch a football game. The home team was playing that day. I found one my ex-classmate from high school was playing in that game. I remember I was a better player in high school than he was, but he was a far better student. After the game, I went to see him. He recognized me. We played in the same team in high school. He was happy to see me. Difference is he made it and I didn’t. He knew my parents were rich. He suggested that if I still wanted to hang around the stadium, he would talk to the management about it. Management liked my attitude and love for the game and offered me a job to become one of the team members to take care of the stadium. I accepted it and never looked for a job again. I told my father that I found what I wanted to do in my life.

It took another year for me to contact Selina. My friend encouraged me to go for it. He had brains, I didn’t. My friend knew my relationship with Selina back in high school.

I said to myself that I just met a good man.