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At my father’s funeral, just after the casket was lowered into the ground, she hugged me so comfortingly that it spoke louder than words. In that moment of profound grief, she was the rock that kept me steady. Thirty years later I would be a pallbearer at her funeral.

On this day we walked the coffin down the aisle of the parish church, to the hearse that would deliver my friend to her final resting place.

Today is All Souls’ Day. A day to remember the dead. As I reflect, I remember and she is there. I met her in year 2 and from that point on we journeyed together through primary and secondary school. After year 12 we moved in and out of each other’s life but the bond we formed during those formative years could not be severed by time o

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