time is fleeting...
It is with experiences like this one that we are reminded how fragile and tenuous our time really is here on the planet. There are reasonable assurances that the sun will rise tomorrow as planned, but absolutely no guarantee any of us will be there to witness it.
I am very sorry for you, Jenna, in your loss, and for the loss of those friends and rivals Tom had online and in life. For the rest of us, myself included, a moment of reflection on those we love and hate in our own lives: is there something that needs to be said, a task that needs doing, forgiveness asked or granted, emotion that needs to be expressed? Please go attend to it now, because "later" is not a certainty. And when such things are spoken at graveside, the only response is an echo.
"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."