The three of us at a party in SBL. Good times.
Norisca is one of my BFFs who I have known since I was around 12 years in middle school. She was a major support system to us when Sean first started his medical journey, helping with cooking and checking on Sean when I couldn’t get through to him on the phone. We were a pure source on entertainment for Sean, along with our third musketeer, Charlene, who lived down the road. PS Nori – I know you guys were sneaking teaspoons of ice cream when I wasn’t around. Here’s what Nori had to say:
It’s 4 a.m. but sleep eludes me. All I think of is Sean. I have been meaning to pen down the sweet memories that Sean left behind, waiting to find the perfect time to say how much I miss him. I guess this is Sean in his funny way saying, “Woman, no better time than the present.”
I was single when I moved to Saleh Bin Lahej (SBL as we liked to call it) and Bev and Sean were my neighbours in Dubai. I lived in a studio and they lived a floor above me. Their window overlooked mine from across my patio. So no phones were needed to make plans. We would simply shout out to each other when we wanted to fix a dinner date or to pop over for a cup of chai.
We had many convivial gatherings that consisted of our favourites; potato chops (although after a few glasses of wine, our mothers would be crossing themselves at their shapes!) chicken curry, pilaf and jungli salad. We would be running from one floor to the other for an onion or a potato or a bottle of wine giggling all the time and causing a right ruckus in the corridors. Bless Sean as he always found this most amusing. He was our taster (always checking for salt) and the life and soul of the evening. He would simply crack us up with his wit and humour and his amazing MJ moves! It was pure happiness at SBL.
I remember this one night, it was around 2 or 3 in the morning, I got a call from Bev asking me if I was okay. I immediately jumped up and looked out of my window and all I could see was Sean standing, gripping on to the window sill covering most of it with his frame and trying to look to see if I was okay. Turns out, Bev received a prank call and heard raspy breathing on the other side and immediately thought something happened to me. That night Sean reminded me of an angel. Every time I think of him that image flashes across my mind. I don’t doubt he is the tall handsome angel guarding and protecting all of us whose lives he touched in some way.
To you Sean, thank you for the wonderful memories that I will forever cherish. Farewell my friend. Till we meet again over super sized potato chops.
And to you Bev who couldn’t have done any more for Sean. You are an angel on earth and I am so blessed to have you as my closest friend.
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