Fair Winds

People told Alice she was different, she thought differently, well I mean normal people told her this...People that loved consistency, accuracy, routine.

Alice did not crave for any of the above, never had. Maybe that's because she had to learn a valuable lesson at a very young age. Life is fleeting, life is a gift, spirits cannot be broken, unless we allow them to be.

Alice started her days within an amazing loving family, full of joy and laughter, she started attending a playschool at a nearby church at the tender age of three.

Alice met an amazing friend named Vicky, she had dark curly hair, bright smiley eyes, she giggled at the same things that Alice did, saw the world through the same eyes as Alice did, they were very good friends, they had the best connection at such a young age. Alice had boundless memories of the two of them running around each other's houses, up and down stairs, struggling for breath from giggling and running so hard.

Now a mother herself, Alice is blessed with two daughters of her own, as she recalls her children's younger years, watching them play with their own friends at playgroup, but sadly Alice never saw that same real connection that she and Vicky had at such a young age.

You would describe Alice as an empath, she feels others emotional pain as if it is her own, cries at the silliest of things, it reminds her that her heart is good, which is no bad thing .. her psychic dreams so vivid, feeling more real and making more sense than her reality at times. Alice always felt more comfortable around truth tellers than anyone else.

She has no time for vanity , ego, praise seekers, those who will only befriend certain people so that they can look good and feel better about themselves.

I digress....my point is that Alice lost Vicky, she lost her.

Vicky was diagnosed with a brain tumour at a young age, it was terminal and it felt all so sudden at the time.

Alice remembers her mum sitting down and explaining what was happening and asking if Alice would like to visit Vicky at a well known Children's hospital in London, where Vicky was to spend her final days.

Alice jumped at the chance to go and play with her vivacious friend, not really comprehending how much Vicky's treatment would have depleted her energy.

Alice recalls that Vicky had lost her hair, but not her spirit. Her eyes were still bright, she still smiled the same smile when she saw Alice. Alice had immediately felt at ease, because Vicky always made her feel that way. They did play, only this time they were sitting rather than running.

Alice now realises how hard that must have been for both their mums, looking on, knowing this would be the last time they would play together.

Alice had no idea or comprehension of this at that time.

A few weeks passed by and Alice's mum came and sat at the end of her bed to tell her that Vicky had gone, she can still recall the conversation as if it were yesterday. Vicky was in heaven now with the Angels. But the strange thing was Alice's heart already knew it before her mum uttered a single word.

Vicky was such a bright light, she was pure, sweet, funny and beautiful.

Too beautiful for this world it would seem.

A beautiful ship sailing off out of Alice's sight into the horizon, chasing a glorious sunset..it would be others, not Alice, that would witness Vicky's beautiful ship arriving into their realm... she would be greeted by other Angels.

Alice herself has sailed through many rough seas and storms since her childhood days, but has always felt Vicky steer her to safety. Telling her it's not her time.

There is nothing in this world that Alice is more certain of than the fact that Vicky will be there to greet her when her time does come.

Greeting her beyond that vivid horizon...