The only way she could really cope was thinking about the memories. Thinking about the first time she met him, how close they'd gotten, how much she'd relied on him and how much he'd relied on her. She remembered his smile, his laugh, his temper, his little hands and his deep meaningful eyes.
She remembered everything about him.
Those memories would never leave her.
And despite all the pain and tears and confusion and anger and burning and everything, with those memories she was okay. With those memories, she felt she would actually be able to cope.
Ian Power, I will never forget you for as long as I live.
A brief candle; both ends burning
An endless mile; a bus wheel turning
A friend to share the lonesome times
A handshake and a sip of wine
So say it loud and let it ring
We are all a part of everything
The future, present and the past
Fly on proud bird
You're free at last.