One of my friends committed suicide last month, leaving behind his wife and 3 kids. he loved them all.
It was a bolt out of the blue - I knew he'd had issues with depression but kept asking how he was etc - and he reassured me he was fine - we'd talked the day before he did it, and he'd liked a facebook post of mine only hours before. I was devastated,and although our families were meant to meet a few days after the event, and his wife and I were at the point of "liking" each other's posts on facebook, she and I hadn't actually met - we lived 400 miles apart, and it hadn't been practical before. He was a schoolfriend of mine and we'd talked long and hard over the years about life. He was a genuinely good guy.
I drove all the way to his funeral - collecting mutual friends from airports along the way. I was left outside in the rain when his widow invited them in to share some memories - but none of my friends explained afterwards why they were all together, or why I spent the entire evening on my own outside. Now one of them has let it slip that they are all invited to scatter his ashes - and I'm not. Most of them, like me, hadn't met his widow before he died. And I'm just devastated that these schoolfriends - who purport to be friends of mine - could have kept me in the dark about this. Of course, I entirely get that his widow's loss is unimagineable, but I do feel like I've been supportive to her - and message her regularly to ask how she is.
I hurt so much about the loss of my friend, but I have nobody to share it with: we'd talk most days - as he would to others in the group too. I feel like a second-class mourner. The irony of it all is, my friend hated anyone being left out - he felt very strongly about his friends being hurt, and I keep thinking he'd hate this. I think about him every day - he was a rock, as he was to most of us in the group.
Please help me to reframe this - right now I feel devastated - like I don't matter. I miss my friend.