My son called yesterday and asked if I would go to a funeral with him this afternoon. A very close friend’s father, a man he knew well and liked, died unexpectedly at age 66. This was the first time he faced loss this way and he just decided he did not want to be alone. This strong, handsome, bright 34 year old young man called someone he knew he could trust, someone he knew would understand, someone he knew loved him and with whom he could share this experience. My son called me.