I miss a friend

Where do we go when we are gone? When our lives shuffle off this mortal coil, when our life string is finally cut, the candle is finally snuffed out? Where do we go? Is it what we take with us or what we leave behind that matters most? Why do the ones who grace our lives for a moment, make us feel so much pain when they are gone? Billy was my friend, we worked together and made fun of customers, we never worked too hard, and never did we not have fun. Where he has gone I do not know. My only hope is that I will see him again someday.You will be missed.-Your friend