I just got a call from one of my oldest friends. Her husband died last week.

S sounded very calm, but it was all I could do not to burst into tears on her. Her husband was a very sweet man, but unfortunately he had a very strange disease that numerous organ transplants could not fix. They were married for almost 10 years. She's now left to raise their 3 1/2 year old twin daughters on her own.

While every loss involves a grieving process, I cannot help but feel that mine is miniscule in comparison. I wish I could do something for her, but she's in Orlando and I'm here.