MY FRIEND JANE #1

 My friend Jane died yesterday.  I knew her for 25 years.  I sat with her for four hours on Sunday morning.  By then she was non-verbal.  We had to guess what she was feeling based on the depth of the furrow in her brow.  On Friday evening she was still talking, although not much.  She kept having to close her eyes and rest because her head was dizzy.  The cancer was in her zygomatic arch.  I sat with her and held her hand until she fell asleep.  Before she slept, I told her that I heard chinstrap penguins take 10,000 3-second naps every day.  She whispered, "wow, that's interesting!"  I am gutted.  I'm going to miss her.