On this very day many years back, I not only lost my closest friend, I lost four of them. Two of which I would never see again. Even after all those years, the pain has not vanished. It may lessen and the anguish of the wound might heal but the damage cannot be repaired.

Their deaths were sudden and I never got a chance to say goodbye. The grief became overwhelming, so did the blame. I wasn’t there to protect Lily and James, I wasn’t there to save them.
We start blaming ourselves for things we have no control over. We become angry with ourselves

and angry with the world. But this is all part of the process. Healing takes time. Healing is pain.
However, people we have loved so deeply and who were so dear to our hearts will never leave us. They will be part of our lives, even if they cannot be there physically.

The bond we’ve established can never be broken. Friendship and love are more powerful than death. Their memories will never fade away. They will accompany us until the very end.
One day we will wake up and we will no longer cry about the loss, but smile, remembering all the

wonderful memories we have shared. Instead of dwelling on the misery, we will embrace the beautiful moments we’ve had. But until then, we are allowed to cry, we are allowed to hurt. The painful emotions remind us that our love and friendship was real.