So... today we buried my friend. so young and so sick. He was married to my best friend and was the best friend of the man I have been seeing for quite sometime. It is all so unnecessary and the pain his death has caused is incredible.
I am so struggling with was he a great guy or was he nobody I really knew? Some would say it doesn't matter, but I just can't imagine how anyone could do what he did to all left behind. Suppose he couldn't help himself and suppose that would not have wanted life to be this way... but why?
How do I stop being mad at him? Maybe it is only with time......