You're having a funeral for your friend who passed away. He was your best friend, and you remember always going to his house, always having lunch with him, always taking to him on the phone.

However, your fun is ruined. You have to accept there is no turning back.

You want to remember him, however. You know how he died.

In a car crash. You were also in it.

However, you survived. Although you permanently lost your leg, you are still living and breathing like a normal human being. You can't say the same for your friend.

After the funeral, you stay behind and say some extra prayers, tears rolling down your face. He was your life. He was everything you needed. But you know he will always be there, always watching.

Always waiting.

Waiting for you to join him.

How, you may ask? Look behind you.