As the friendship, knowledge and wisdom that he created lives on, each of us are left with our own devices to cope:
na jÄyate mriyate vÄ kadÄcin; nÄyamÌ bhÅ«tvÄ bhavitÄ vÄ na bhÅ«yahÌ£
ajo nityahÌ£ ÅÄÅvato 'yamÌ purÄnÌ£o; na hanyate hanyamÄne ÅarÄ«re
For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being.
He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.
RIP old friend, you will be missed.