Go with God my dear dancer

I just found out a friend of mine died. She died way too early… or at least that is what I hear a voice in my head say. I hear it and I know I have no idea what right time to die is. I just know that it hurts and a wave of sadness and abandomness washes over me again and again. I cannot imagine how her loved ones feel…

We danced together and shared time and talked. We weren't super close, but she was special. I knew she was struggling but I didn't want to bother her with my concerns. And now she is gone. I feel like I have to hold her so tight, but I know I can’t, she already slipped away. She is needed elsewhere.
Go with God my dear and spread your beautiful wings…thank you for your time