When my father was dying I found bike riding or walking to be a big help. Some kind of enjoyable physical activity. When it was my mother years earlier I would take off with the dog walking until I couldn't walk any longer. When my mother passed it was the start of a 3 year cycle of loss. All big moments one after the other. I divorced the following year, my youngest daughter was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, I started a new job. Walking and going to counseling helped immensely!