I’m writing in response to Justin Myers’ article on the death of his friend (‘It was a bad dream – but I never woke up’: what it is like to lose your best friend, 18 September). This happened to me last year, so it’s still quite raw.
I’d known my friend since I was a baby, and four decades later she died of a heart attack. It is hard. When our close group of friends meet up, it feels like a part of us is missing, because it is.
