There she lay, in a beautiful, elegant black dress. Thick makeup, wig, eyes closed. I stood there before her, as so many stood before her open casket quietly. Our dearly beloved, a caring, warm, kind and so loving person, now a cold corpse. It's surreal. It's cruel and hard to get your head around.
I've yet to really shed a tear. Ive gone through , been that stoic, strong person, at least on the outside. But I fear it's just a matter of time.
Several came up to me and asked if I'm family , hugged and comforted me as if I were part of the family. I feel like an intruder, but the real family as really taken me in as if I were part of their own, even though I've only known them and my late friend for just over two and a half years. But how I've received such kindness, such love and care from her... Like an older sister or loving auntie I've never had.
I was asked to help carry the carry tomorrow/in 5 or so hours... A great honour，a solemn walk with the loved ones and our dearly departed till her final resting place... Perhaps this explains why I cannot sleep, even though it's been such S long and tiring month of hospitals and work, and seeing her gradual decline...
