When my mother died my father went for a couple meetings to a grief support group at the local hospice facility. He didn't want to go but was talked into it by a friend. It turned out to be very helpful as the attendees were in the exact same situation and that recognition made him realize he was not alone. He met someone there who has become a long-term friend. They've been a comfort to each other.
God bless your poor friend. I can't imagine that terrible loss.
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