Beyond Feelings

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. I am thinking about the time when my best friend died, and when I stopped being my life and myself started going to wrong direction. It happened 9 years ago. The day is very clear in my memory. The weather was cold and nasty. The monotonous rain made everything outside look gray. I was at home, waiting for my friend to arrive. I was sitting on the couch drinking hot tea and feeling warm and cozy. My sister was there too, I remember. We were watching a TV show, but I was not paying much attention to what was going on. All I cared about was my friend was coming home and that we would be able to see each other again. He had left only four weeks earlier, but I had already missed him greatly.
We had been friends since 5th grade. We were perfectly compatible with each other. We began spending all our time together. We were vital to each other. I came to know each and every detail about his life as he did about mine. It was the most enduring fr...