Bob sorry about your friend.
I lost my best friend. She’s not dead, but very, very sick. I cannot be around it. I’m devastated. I did so much for her in the last year and a half. So much. I tried so hard to help. In every way you can think of. I made a Herculean effort and it did not help. The poor 29 year old girl should be allowed back with her parents who will burn in Hell for their treatment of her. It’s inconvenient to help your sick daughter. I can’t be drinking over her. I feel her pain. I can feel it and it’s horrible. I was the only one she had.