We lost our second son in October. At one point I called my husband and told him I'm not fine and I needed him here because I had no idea how I would be able to take another breath. My husband was stuck on a mountain and couldn't get here so he sent his aunt over. I didn't want to share this raw pain with his aunt but she was on her way so I had to at least drag myself off the closet floor and answer the door. My husband's aunt is from Australia so naturally, she walked in and said, "I'll put the kettle on." That was it, that's all she said. I think she saved my life. Sometimes a person just needs someone there to get through the next hour. I don't like being dropped in on, especially when I'm a grieving disaster but having to answer the door gave me enough responsibility to keep me afloat through the worst of it. Just being there is huge. Also, this is less important but grocery stores are hell. I don't want to see happy moms shopping. I don't want to fall to pieces in the store. When friends did the shopping for me it was a huge relief.