Everyone told her how sorry they were for her loss but none of them asked her how she was or how hard it was for her to take care of her father during his illness.
They told her that they would be there in case she needed to talk but I was sure Joanna knew they didn't mean it.
She walked next to the grave and cleared her voice before giving her speech, the silence fell in the room and everyone set their gazes on the floor.
Joanna traveled her gaze to me and I smiled at her to send her the support she probably needed.
She took a deep long breath and again tears filled her eyes.
"I didn't have time to write a speech so..." she cleared her voice once again, flustered and miserable.
"Is there even something to say? I guess you already know how much I love you." She wiped her tears off looking at the sky.
