Fire and Rain

My best friend was killed in a senseless accident six days ago. He was leaning on the railing of his balcony when it gave way. He fell to the concrete below and suffered irreparable head trauma. Now we are left with putting our lives back together. I have been to funerals before, aunts, grandparents. The only other death I can ever remember hurting close to this was my grandmother. I spent every weekend with her growing up. But with her, she had been so ravaged by cancer that I was grateful to know she was finally out of pain and at rest. But with Wade, he was quietly talking to his wife one moment and gone the next. No one was the least prepared for this. It hurts more than I thought possible. My heart aches for Lisa, his wife and his two children Erin and Robert. My heart aches for his friends who will miss him so much. And my heart aches selfishly for me and my family. Wade was a brother and a friend. I always knew that he would be there and now he won't. I miss him terribly. What else can I say.