Sometimes in life everything changes. You move house, a great friend dies, you move cities or countries and suddenly you realise that your choice to be happy lies ultimately with you. You thought it was dependent on having children around you or seeing your friends. That's all been left behind. So what is there left?
Just you. But you have the secret to life. Your dying friend has told you that life doesn't end here. She is being shown this. From here there's nothing more to fear. She holds my hand and whispers, "Have  a happy life."  I will.