When friends, Mom, whom-ever passed I never 'researched' the word 'Grief.' All I could do was hold their hand (Mom) when they passed if I was there.

This has been a life experience where you redefine the word 'helpless:'

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. -Henri Nouwen"

I greatly appreciate you being here for me.