24 hours left.
What was most difficult was the abruptness of it all...
Seldom were the days that came unaccompanied by her smile and grace - yet there was something always below the surface.
A fugitive glance or a transient look of...
something.
Was it distress?
Anguish?
Despair?
Those instances were far too fast to ever pinpoint but there was always something quietly tragic in her smile...