Death of a close, old friend

I just found out my friend Diego died, a few days ago, on his birthday. Circumstances aren’t clear. I had a strange and unnerving talk with him through fb messenger about a month or so ago. He said he was numb and wasn’t making sense. We talked about God. He struggled with feeling guilt and felt he couldn’t find his faith. He said the book “Conversations With God” f@$ked him up.

Anyway, I sensed he was spiraling, but what could I do?

I hear him saying, “I’m ok, dude.” And I see him smiling.

Q: Diego?
Yi: 60.5>19
‘Sweet measures, good fortune.
Going on brings honour.’

He’s happy? What he said is true?

Somehow I sense this is a poetic and appropriate response. Like he’s experiencing sweet measures. He questioned my spiritual outlook a lot that night, but said he wished he had it. He said it’s like I know something he doesn’t. I feel like he now knows.

Could it be his life was sweetly articulated and it was time to go? Why do I feel like it was?

Just felt like sharing Yi’s interesting response about a friend who died. Sweet measures.

Melissa