Mourning the death of a 30-years friendship

I am mourning the death of a friendship. J is still alive but our friendship died. We met when we were 15 years old... grow up and older together. It's hard to believe that an email could kill a friendship but it did. I really did not meant for it to end this way and my email was to foster better understanding but her sms was filled with anger and hurting words. I though we could agree to disagree but it was easier to hate than love. If Michael Jackson's death could be so personal to many of us, surely the death of our friendship is even more tragic. Many can identity the lost of MJ because he was part of our growing years and his death signify the ending of a certain part of our youth. What more with J, we had fun, we had sun, we had season in the sun... many precious memories of our youth and friendship. Sigh... once, there were four, now only three left....