I remember Yerusalem texting me that she got the job and would be staying in Boston, not returning to DC.
I remember exactly where I was the night of her accident.
I remember what I was doing.
I remember who I was with.
I remember the text messsage on that Monday evening that tipped me that something was wrong with her.
I remember hearing the gruesome details of what had befallen upon her on the other end of the phone.
I remember seeing her on the hospital bed in a state my mind naturally could never imagine of someone so full of life, so full of hope, so full of love.
I even remember the scent in the room.
That day specifically changed my life forever. The conversation I had with Salem - though she didn't speak verbally - spoke volumes to me. The way her eyes moved to follow my voice, pondering who was speaking with her ... the way she squeezed my hand to confirm she could hear me.
I made a vow to myself to always be in control of my mind, body and spirit so that I could always show up as me and as the best version of me for those around me. And for me, that meant no more drinking or smoking, so that I can always be present and in that control over myself. But ultimately to honor God in the way Salem and I so deeply desired to.
Our conversations of faith and obedience in the pursuit of pleasing God is what our friendship was built on. Truly a firm foundation that made it easy for me to relate and exchange hopes and dreams with my girl. She's one of the major influences why I live my life the way I do, having taught me so many lessons, especially in our last conversation.
I am so grateful to you all, Amanuel family, for gifting me such a wonderful friend, someone who was the perfect representation of God's desire of humanity - and pure heart full of love. I pray God blesses and keeps you all, makes His face to shine upon you, and give you Yerusalem - that is His dwelling place of peace. 🙏🏾💚