Sudden Death of a Beloved Friend

" Hi Darling, all is beautiful in the land of Robert Graves.........it's perfect here, take care and see you soon xxx" This is the message on a post card received today. But D died 2 days ago in Majorca. He was in his mid fifties. He had eaten a good lunch, had drunk a glass of fine wine. Went to sleep in an armchair, and didn't wake up. His career had been in the music business, at one time he worked for Linda and Paul McCartney, and Warner Bros. He was Freddie Mercury's first male love. He was my best friend, he had masses of friends who loved him. We are all speaking to each other, all shocked all devastated. He loved us all. He was a wonderful cook and his greatest pleasure was feeding us. He made a special birthday lunch for me every year.. made Christmas cakes for his friends each year. I still have a bottle of sloe vodka he made last year. Rosie only allowed him to stroke and pet her. She's never let my son touch her. He'd had major heart surgery in his late thirties, so his stressful worklife was curtailed. He was about 50% of my life. That has has gone forever. My son loved him. I hated him going away. He was the first person I spoke to on my mobile 'phone after my sudden exit from The Sunday Times, he lived near Wapping and we went for celebratory lunch, I didn't quite know whether to laugh or cry. He died with a little smile on his face, and all of his friends male and female are weeping. I am utterly heartbroken, and don't know how this terrible emptiness and grief will ever leave me.