She was cremated in a horribly tacky affair with a plastic urn.
The awfulness of the ceremony just shielded me from the terrible and eventually unavoidable truth that is death.
That cold, all-encompassing and certain destiny that we all share. Maybe I caught a flickering glance of the darkness, but it was too quick for me to grasp its nature.
Even if I had seen it longer I could never truly understand it, no human can, not until this horrible destiny is fulfilled.
So life carried on for me at prep school. I was in my last year there, and funnily enough, I had girls in my class for the first and last time in my 14 year school career.
That was a fun year!