I visited my friend's grave with my husband. It made the rounds of pastoral landscape. My best friend lies in peace in her hometown. When I stood in front of her grave, tears welled up my eyes. I miss her. I feel lonely. She died of a lung cancer. She was 53 years old. And then after my friend's death, her sister died too. Her sister died of a gall cancer. Both in their 50's She has three sisters. But now, there is only one sister living OR alive. My friend loved Europe and Europe’s history. And she toured Europe every year.
She said "I want to go to Europe with you. " always. I had a dream of having a European tour with my friend. She dies 8 years ago OR Eight years have passed after she died. Someday I’m going to Europe that's what I am thinking of.... I am thinking of sentimental memories.