I can't imagine what you are going through. I've never had any friends 'pass,' the closest person who has gone to be with Jesus is my Grandpa, who lived a long and fulfilling life and then walked into the arms of our Father. So as sad as it was, it was also a celebration because he wasn't in pain any longer.
Dear friend, I wish I could be there to sit with you. I don't have any words, I'm not sure there are any. But I would hold your hand and cry with you in your pain and laugh with you at all of your memories with your remembered friend.
I know I have written that no words are adequate at times like this. But I offer the following words I came across some years ago in hope that they will do some good, offer some solace, assuage some grief:
"...the great problem...is the corollary that attends God's being in all, which is that there is no evil. Theodicy, which wrestles with the problem of evil, is the Gibralter on which every rationalistic system eventually founders, so I must deal with it here...: If a two-year-old drops her ice-cream cone, that tragedy is the end of the world for her. Her mother knows that this is not the case. Can there be an understanding of life so staggering in its immensity that, in comparison to it, even gulags...seem like dropped ice-cream cones?" These lines are by Huston Smith in his "Why Religion Matters." I hope this helps. If not, please forgive.
"...we do not know what a day may bring forth. This is generally said with a sigh of sadness; it should be rather an expression of breathless expectation. We are uncertain of the next step, but we are certain of God."
-- Oswald Chambers
Alaska
We lived in the Alaskan bush during the summer of 2005 and return each summer. God Rocks.
I had forgotten that grief comes in waves. 
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I can't imagine what you are going through. I've never had any friends 'pass,' the closest person who has gone to be with Jesus is my Grandpa, who lived a long and fulfilling life and then walked into the arms of our Father. So as sad as it was, it was also a celebration because he wasn't in pain any longer.
Dear friend, I wish I could be there to sit with you. I don't have any words, I'm not sure there are any. But I would hold your hand and cry with you in your pain and laugh with you at all of your memories with your remembered friend.
I'm praying for you.
I know I have written that no words are adequate at times like this.
But I offer the following words I came across some years ago in hope that they will do some good, offer some solace, assuage some grief:
"...the great problem...is the corollary that attends God's being in all, which is that there is no evil. Theodicy, which wrestles with the problem of evil, is the Gibralter on which every rationalistic system eventually founders, so I must deal with it here...:
If a two-year-old drops her ice-cream cone, that tragedy is the end of the world for her. Her mother knows that this is not the case. Can there be an understanding of life so staggering in its immensity that, in comparison to it, even gulags...seem like dropped ice-cream cones?"
These lines are by Huston Smith in his "Why Religion Matters."
I hope this helps.
If not, please forgive.
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