Strange as it may seem, my friend was crying and I was almost quite jovial, maybe because I was looking forward to seeing her and the relief that she looked so nice. Her clothes were very baggy though, made me realise how much weight she had lost in the final decline.
Another thing, although staying with her half an hour or so seemed long enough at the time, I now wish I had stayed longer. Funeral next Saturday will be tough but I do feel comforted that I was with her one last time and gave her my last kisses.
