Chapter 9: Funeral for a Friend
A rather nightmarish period followed, during which it struck me that this was the first time I had ever experienced the death of a really close friend. I had lost relatives and acquaintances, yes, but no one close. And what I discovered was how much it totally knocked the stuffing out of you.
Zvika fortunately looked after things relating to George’s death. Although I offered to help, he seemed to deliberately keep me out of it. For instance, dealing with George’s family, who from what I heard initially second-hand just swooped in in a way that horrified and disgusted me—though I tried to tell myself that I was being unfair and judgmental.
The day before the funeral, I was called to George’s house by his sister. There I encountered, for the first time, bo
