"… that's true… she acted strong but was soft hearted…" — Mom said, smiling… probably recalling my random character. Breaking into tears again in front of the granny, who let her cry comprehensively… saying more even at the emotions. — "Elizabeth… was very kind…"
"Indeed… She was… like a daughter to me, Mrs Lowe."
'.....'
"… thank you… for caring about her…"
"I… may I go see her?"
"Ah… of course… the coffin is closed because of the accident… well…."
"We understand… Thank you…"
The walk of my dear friends broke me entirely… and I understood what Izeneya had told me…
How could I ever let go completely… when all of these people I loved… were here. Where I would never again reach them.
All the time, maybe every day… even if little something reminded me of those here at my funeral… I had gotten accustomed to the days with Marianne… but something would often make me recall what I lost once dead.
