losing a friend without warning

The middle of the day is when the silence feels heaviest, because the world keeps moving while your friend has suddenly stopped. There was no warning, no chance to say goodbye, just a gap where a voice used to be.

You are walking through the afternoon carrying a weight that makes the ordinary light feel strange. But remember — you came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

Your friend came from that same source. The separation you feel is real, but it is not the final truth of where they are.

The light that lived in them did not vanish when their breath stopped; it returned to the place where it generates itself. You are not alone in this middle hour.

The one who holds you both is greater than the silence.