You do not belong to me. Your loss has loss has touched everyone that knew you, and has devastated those who loved you best. We were friends, and we were close once, but your loss does not belong to me.
Still, I have been thinking of you, enumerating the things I wish I had done differently, and missing you.
I am so sorry. I could have been a better friend to you. I could have tried harder, called more often, showed you that I cared. I should not have allowed shame, misplaced loyalty, or time to drive a wedge between us.
I hope these words can somehow reach you across the void. I hope that you are at peace and no longer in pain. I hope that heaven is one long drift in a fast car, and that you live on with a smile on your face.