I have to this day the last e-mails my friend Leslie sent me. They were full of hope and love. We had no idea that she would pass so soon.
I had three African pots that she gave me before she left. They were out in the garden by the bench she also left with me when she left for England. On the day - I later heard she had died - I found one pot broken.
What is the explaination - no one knew of her death until later.