Today was the funeral of our friend. There were such a lot of people there. I worked out last night that I had seen her perhaps 11 times, and I only really knew her after she got sick. But we never talked about her illness - and I could never think of her as being ill. I'm so sad that we never got to spend anymore time together. Our last meeting was postponed "until she felt better" and that time never came. I have the pudding she liked and that I made for her still in my freezer - I kept hoping. I will never forget her.

My life is the poorer now she has gone.