My Journey Through Grief

From Mad in Sweden: The unbearably long wait was suddenly interrupted when one of the doctors walked to the other side of the bed. He leaned over Johanna’s arm and remained so. I couldn’t understand what he was doing. When he had finished, he stood up and held out his open hand to me. There was the bracelet, the friendship bracelet braided from thin cotton threads that Johanna and her sister had exchanged long ago.

See the original article here and the English translation here.