I am sorry for your loss. I also had a very dear and close friend pass away this recent May. She was grocery shopping and dropped dead of a heart attack out of the blue. She had a blood clot in her heart and could not be resuscitated.
The two of us never had any romantic involvement. We were just very close friends. I used to go over to her house all the time and sit on her front porch with her and her mom and just talk for hours. I knew her family very well. She and I bonded when we both realized we had the same personality, same interests and pretty much viewed the world the same way. She and I also enjoyed writing. We drew each other out, so to speak.
Our mutual love of writing enabled us to meet other writers, some of whom are very famous. Some of whom we both befriended and I am still friends with.
I know I posted this in another thread - but this has been on my mind all week. I visited her grave this past Tuesday and here is the revised poem I wrote from the other thread. I just miss her everyday. I hope this helps:
"This square patch of earth,
Lonely in the shade of a tall oak,
As the Fall wind gently blows,
The cool wind a reminder that Winter is coming.
As I look at the view from atop this hill,
I gaze uncomfortably at the fidgeting of my hands.
I don't know what to say, or even how to feel.
I just know
that I ache.
I kneel to brush leaves from the grass,
For here lies my great friend,
Her final resting place.
I didn't bring flowers, I brought memories,
We sat and talked, sitting in the shade,
Her neighbor is an Army Corporal,
Promised he would look after her,
She is new to the afterlife, he said.
I introduced her to my wife,
They each said hello and smiled.
Over the hill and across the lake,
Another family was gathered to say farewell,
Another soul to row across the river Alpheus,
To be judged and perhaps found worthy to wander the halls of Valhalla.
As far as the eye could see, there were markers,
Reminders that others have made this same journey,
Reminders that this is a journey we all must take,
Eventually.
I would rather have been at a restaurant,
Laughing over a couple of beers,
Instead I sat, gazing at my own trembling hands,
Next time, I thought, I will bring flowers.
I don't know why she was in such a hurry,
I mean, 36, is awfully young to die,
I promised to check in on her mom,
Until next time, we will meet again, she said.
This square patch of earth,
The final resting place,
Of my dear friend."