Someone just called me to make an appointment for next Wednesday and I said I wasn’t free because I often have lunch with my best friend, Arlene, on that day.

Of course, if you have read any of my recent articles, you would know that Arlene died a week ago.

After lunch, we usually went grocery shopping or just hung out. Well, not next week or any week afterwards. I am now available on Wednesday.

I have been very busy since she died because I was responsible for planning the brunch “Gathering” of her friends and family. She did not want a formal memorial service. It happened on Saturday at her friend, Ina’s restaurant. So, it is over. I was on the phone constantly getting everything put together and everyone informed of the invitation. 42 people who loved her came.

All but a few were Jewish and I was asked to be the “Rabbi” and lead the simple ceremony and comments that were said by those who wanted to speak about her. Funny, they picked me as I was raised Catholic. But no one seemed to pay any attention to that fact. I even got someone to recite the Kaddish, the Jewish Prayer for the dead, at the end. Wherever she is, Arlene must have gotten a kick out of that. She always said I had a Jewish heart.

This is the first day that it is starting to dawn on me that she is gone. No more Wednesdays. No daily phone calls. No more funny stories to tell each other. No gossip. No “sport shopping” – which we defined as buying something very expensive very, very cheap.

I am wondering how I am going to get used to this. I do have other close friends but this friend was a “regular.” We did so many things together.

When and how do I do this? I guess I should take her name off my email list for starters. And she won’t be here for Christmas dinner this year or celebrate my birthday.

What is confusing me is that I was praying for her to die. She was suffering. I kept asking God what could He thinking that He didn’t take her sooner. All I felt was relief when she finally went.

How does it become real? I don’t feel sad. And I want to get back into my life. But she was a part of it for so many years that I can’t remember what that looked like.

I sure feel empty. I thought I had done all my grieving in advance. I guess I haven’t if I am still saving Wednesday for her.

I thought I’d ask you for advice. I am willing to listen.