I’ve gone through that a couple of times now. The most recent was a mentor of mine who got caught in a manic-depressive trough and put a gun to himself. I was in California on business, a friend (of both of us) in SD called me with the bad news, and we both were just numb until the funeral. The thing that got both of us through it were our friends, some old and some new. The night I was told I ended up playing video games all night with some, my SD buddy and I shared several drinks (with more friends (on multiple occasions)), and we managed to get through it together.
It still hurts though, and you’ll still miss your friend. The trick is to take the parts of them you liked the most and try to live them out in your lives as best you can. It doesn’t make the pain go away, but it makes it less.
