Meanwhile, the sun was shining.  She stood by the grave.   Her dearest friend would be lowered into the earth.  Family and friends stood around, solemn.   A sprinkle of rain fell.  One or two umbrellas went up, but there was really no need.  It was a soft late summer’s morning. The sun had its way of appearing again.

Meanwhile, she was back in her own house after all the goodbyes and promises to keep in touch.  She stared at the few photographs she had taken out the night before.   Her friend was always making faces for the camera.   She could hear her voice – “now you have it!” her friend would say, when you ‘got’ what she was trying to describe.  With eyes stinging, she gave a deep sigh.  She rested back into the armchair.  Her mind flitted from one memory to another, recalling all the years they had been the best of friends.

Meanwhile, the world would go on without her.