Grief

Someone I knew fairly well died last week, and I've only just found out. My trombone teacher Niel was killed in an accident. I had a lot of respect for him.
This is the first time someone I've know well has died, and it's quite a shock. Since I'm not religious, I've got no illusions that his soul will go to heaven or anything like that, so possibly it's harder on me than it could be. Writing this helps though. As long as people remember him though, his life hasn't been a waste.
His funeral is tomorrow. I've run out of words.