I Have Lost Several Friends To Death...One of the first friends who died when I was only a teen was a woman in her 80's; Mrs. Breyers. She was the first woman police officer in our city and she lived in a very dusty and musty smelling brick house on a hill. For a while she had a Mexican hairless dog named "Tammy" and then when Tammy died, she got another dog, a pug, named of course "Puggy". She was the first NON-family member whose death really affected me.
One of the most tragic deaths of a friend close to my age was when Bobbie died. She was driving with her eldest teenage son who was out in the Chevy Cavalier on the country roads with his temporary driver's license. Bobbie was sitting in the front seat, she had the most beautiful LONG and wavy jet black hair, the warmest smile and the squeeziest hug that I had ever received. I only know that her son did not stop for the stop sign; it was a 2 way stop and the Dodge Ram truck had the right of way. My friend did not make it to the hospital. Of all people, there were SO many ways that she would have rather died and I felt that this was so senseless. I still miss her.
The latest friend that lost her battle to cancer died in Feb. 2010 at the age of 76, her name was Jeri. She was a remarkably creative and musical woman who was a natural teacher and loved everyone. She was an avid traveler and student of the world. She loved opera and would invite myself and my mom and others to her home to enjoy an opera with surround sound and a copy of the outline of the opera that she had created for us to follow along as we enjoyed it.
From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.