How did Belisha touch you?

Over 15 years ago, I had the pleasure of meeting Belisha for the first time through Abisha who was and still is a good friend of my family. She was a delightful and beautiful young lady, and all my family enjoyed having her, even on that initial encounter. Both of us eventually relocated to the United States, maintaining a close connection and making an effort to visit each other whenever possible.
One unforgettable memory happened when Belisha and her family visited us for our son's christening. At that moment, she was expecting their second child, Amy, while their eldest, Bethy, was merely one year old. Despite all the reasons they had not to come, they embarked on a seven-hour overnight drive to attend the service. This act of unwavering commitment exemplified Belisha's character – she would go to great lengths to stand by your side when you needed her.
Less than a year later, my family reciprocated by visiting them in Virginia for a two-night stay. When it was time for us to leave for another family commitment, Belisha, true to her nature, begged us to extend our stay. Regrettably, we declined her kind offer, leaving for our next destination. We could sense her disappointment as we departed.
Tragically, the unexpected occurred – we never reached our intended destination. Our eight-month-old baby fell seriously ill, prompting us to rush him to the emergency room. His condition worsened, leading to his transfer to the INOVA Fairfax Children's Hospital in an ambulance, a terrifying experience for my husband and I. We spent the night and the following day at the hospital, and we couldn't help but regret our decision to leave Belisha's home early. It became a valuable lesson – Belisha's desire for us to stay was rooted in genuine love, a lesson we would carry with us.
In the last five years, we lost touch with a belief that we will continue from where we left of when we meet next, which I deeply regret to this day. We only learned of her illness belatedly, and even then, I refused to accept the possibility of losing her. I didn't call her, didn't visit, not even once. Even in her final moments, I clung to the belief that it shall all be passing, a story to tell. It was a form of self-denial that now fills me with overwhelming remorse. No amount of retrospective actions can change the fact that I never visited her, and I must live with that regret. However, I pray that I could always stay close to her family, and be there for them whenever they need someone.
Belishaye, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for not visiting you during your illness. Rest in peace, my beautiful and kind friend.
Until we meet again!