The pain would continue: a friend from my childhood died. It felt so out of this world that she was gone, and not until her siblings carried the coffin out from the church did I believe that she actually was in there and that this was not a practical joke. It feels so strange, I told her sister. I still have all these memories, but she is gone. That is exactly what death is about, she answered: she is not not gone from our hearts.
This was also the year when I got to know many wonderful people.