The death of my best friend's Mum on December 29th - non-Covid. She had had a massive stroke and was 94 but my mind set off of a journey of remembrance of when we became best friends, climbing over her fence into the woods, parties we were at, flute lessons, still being BF when I was training to be a nurse and she was doing secretarial work, helping her get away from an abusive husband, meeting her new husband, our children growing up as best friends and now their children. She was always present throughout - as sharp as a tack and very cheerful. I found it weird that I became tearful as I'm not usually like that - perhaps as we have missed almost a year of meeting up or that my Mum is 85. I don't know or maybe it's lockdown.