I lost one of my best friends last week. Together we were like the 3 Musketeers. We looked completly different, but we had the same humor.
The 3 braided ribbons are a symbol for each one of us. The parents of our friend said we could make something to go in the coffin with her. This is what I made. It shows our relationship: Not always together, but always in our hearts.
My friend was 25 years old. The 21st of November she would turn 26.
It just feels so unfair that she had to die just on a moment that she had her life on track.