The moment I heard my Uncle telling my Dad the news of Cleo’s grandfather passing on, I knew I had to reach out to her. She must be falling apart right now. And when she said she needed a hug, I was not going to deny her that. I felt closer to Cleo than any of our other friends. I couldn’t explain why. We had both struggled at times with low moods, and feeling anxious, spending time together chatting about things, and it had brought us both closer.
She was like an angel to me. I knew she needed me, so I was not going to not be there. And the moment I saw her, I could see the pain within her eyes. I could only imagine how the rest of the family must be feeling; especially Aunt Lilah. Holding Cleo close to me I felt her body sag against mine, and knew she was relaxing. She needed comfort,
