As more and more friends, parents, neighbours, relatives, old teachers, etc. go, I'm coming to understand that it never stops. I'm trying to get into a more zen state of mind about it, accepting it as part of life, but it never feels right. Friend and neighbour of mine died the other month on the road, he was younger than me, in his 20s I think. Makes you appreciate the time you have, at least.
5 years have now gone by, I wonder what he would have made of these crazy times. Damn Tel, I still miss you mate.