I struggle to understand grief. When my grandma passed, I broke down crying in a restaurant, yet I have still not shed a tear for my grandpa passing, who I was just as close with. Feeling guilty about that, I questioned if my way of grieving is the right.
My instinct in helping people is talking with them, trying to find solutions, the right way. Yet, when a close friend was going through a rough patch, a mutual friend simply let him know that we are here with him. That's all he needed.