Prior to last week I had never been to a funeral for a friend.
I’ve been to funerals of course; when the parents of one of my friends died and they needed my support, or when an inlaw died in support of my wife. This was the first time since I was probably 8 years old that someone that I called a friend, or someone I cared about directly died.
It feels different, emptier, and it makes me think about the brevity of my own life.
I’ve been mulling this over a great deal since it happened.