Stop in for a cup of coffee

People are wierd. My dad passed away when i was 19. So many of my friends didnt know how to deal with someone that experienced a loss. So, they avoided me. My good friend lost 2 brothers tragically in seperate instances. He noticed it too. Then my best friend’s mom was murdered, you want to see people run or cross the street, it was shocking.
Not knowing how to deal with it is easily solved, be kind. Thats it. Sharing a meal or a coffee means a lot.

Another friend was hit by a car, he was really smashed up, broken hip,neck and head trauma. Came out of it partially crippled and bi-polar. Talk about a guy that was hard do deal with, but we were still friends. From being happy to semi-violent, i didnt react. After a few minutes he was back. 20 years later we are still friends,and he is managing to keep it under control.
I did go to the visitation. I didn't stay for the funeral though. I saw many People there I hadn't seen for decades. It was still sad and I had a hard time talking a lot of the time. That's one of the reasons I do do well at funerals.