When my friend Louise died last year, her husband kept her ashes and said he would tell me when they were going to be scattered, as I very much wanted to be there for the ceremony. Well, he has just rung and announced that an old schoolfriend of Louise's has popped down for a short holiday and they have decided to scatter the ashes on the beach tomorrow.
I have an appointment with a brand new private dentist this afternoon, which I can't cancel at such short notice, and a job which must be finished by Friday. I shan't be able to get down there in time and I fee absolutely gutted. If only they were going to do it at the weekend! Instead, I shall have to sit in my room, light a candle and think about her, but it won't be the same as standing by the sea, in the place that she loved, and saying a proper farewell. Oh Louise, how I loved you and how I miss you!