Farewell, Pooma ❤️ It is still hard for me to believe that you are no longer with us. After 41 years, we finally met again. When I first saw you, you didn’t even recognise me. Yet, somehow, life gave us the chance to reconnect after all those years. Then one day, you called me, and we talked on the phone for nearly two hours. We talked about so many things — our school days, life, memories, and the years that had passed. You told me about your children and your beloved granddaughter, and I could hear how much they meant to you and how proud you were of them. For those two hours, it felt as though the 41 years between us had simply disappeared. We were once again two school friends, catching up on life. I never imagined that our reunion would be so brief. But I am truly grateful that we found each other again and that we had that precious conversation. It is a memory I will always treasure. You may not have recognised me when we first met, but I will always remember you. Rest peacefully, my dear friend. You came back into my life after 41 years, and even though our time together was far too short, you left a lasting place in my heart. Farewell, Pooma. May you rest in peace. 🕊️❤️