I feel so lost, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I have to call up the only person that I know that can help me to get my head straight, my friend Shelby. I’m sure she will know what to do, she usually does. I might be able to get her to help organise the funeral, if I casually mention the dead sister part. I know I shouldn’t really use people like that, there is a lot I don’t know about funerals. Shelby got in touch with the funeral home, Perth relatives are obviously heartbroken. The funeral director was willing to take us through a few of the burial details, how it is going to play out. It will not be easy, I know that I don’t have the strength to get through this alone. I just have to stay clean, it’s been so many years I can’t slip now. We all have to try and put on a brave face, the cremations are going to take place whether we like it or not. My sister made the request, we have to honour it. She never wanted to be buried, she always liked the idea of leaving nothing behind but ash. I really am doing the best I can here, to get the good job done with dignity. I’m well aware that I am not the easiest person to be around when things are tough. Shelby has a lot of patience, that’s the only reason she can work with a guy like me. I’m still at a loss for what I’m going to say at the funeral services. Perth is so far away from me right now, I have to fly across to world to say my farewell to my lost sister. At least we know what to do with the ashes. They’ll be kept in an urn for a year before being scattered on the anniversary of her death.They’ll be send across the ocean to live with the dolphins; she would like that.