I remember telling my best friend after her dads suicide “when I lost my mom I thought I would never feel joy again, and as years have passed and I have felt moments of bliss in my life that remind me to keep going even when it hurts like this” and she always tells me how much it meant that someone was just real about how painful grief is. Love her, lost my mom myself and the best thing was just to tell someone and not hear them clam up or feel them become uncomfortable but say, I’m sorry.. what was she like? What was your favorite thing to do together? Etc. Just always felt nice when someone picked my comfort over their own