Here I was sitting in my home, half a world away, able to watch the memorial for my friend on the other side of the world. I felt connected and so appreciated to hear and see everything that is usual on such occasions. I saw my friends there, and felt again the pang of their loss. I heard the songs and the eulogies, and I realise that she will never again read, and discuss with me, this post.
But having been there this past year, and having gotten to know some of the relatives, I was really surprised that one of them contacted me. I was delighted, as there were questions I did not want to bother the immediate family with. So it was that I learned about a reliable website through which I could order some flowers and determine the date of their delivery.
The formalities were on the Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, so I decided that it would be nice to send some flowers to the home on the Friday, the time when the realisation sets in that there is nothing more that can be done. That day is usually a very depressing day, and flowers could brighten it up. I addressed them to Cindy's husband, and he was overwhelmed to receive them. This is of course the reason I sent them, that there would be a bright spot in that day.
The right people to help / advice, and the internet, and there is very little that is beyond our reach.