This is a difficult post to think about. But responding may help someone better appreciate their friends. Every time a friend dies a piece of you dies along with the buddy.
My Dad took me hunting for the first time when I was 11, he died when I was 13, I only got to hunt with him for 2 years.
My Police partner and bow hunting buddy died water skiiing when he was 26. The friend who replaced him on our Canada trips died while drunk in a car wreck at age 21.
A young man I met and became friends with thru my archery business was killed in a motorcycle accident a few years ago, he was about 20.
Another one of the Canada trip buddies died of cancer at age 55.
My brother in law and lifelong fishing and hunting buddy died a couple of years ago from complications from diabetes.
I guess the point is, we can go anytime. Appreciate every day, appreciate your friends, you will miss them if they go.