Lax,
I am sorry for your loss.
About 10 years ago I went to my Catholic grandmother’s funeral.
The priest shared a story he claimed to have heard from a Protestant minster.
He spoke about a conversation with a baby in the womb. The baby was warm, comfortable, and happy. But after hanging out for a little over 9 months there was coming a day of great fear. It would involve physical pressure and pain. It would abruptly eject the baby from this warm and comfortable place. The baby (in this story given adult/adolescent comprehension) was quite fearful of this impending day. But the priest who was counseling the baby didn’t dream of telling it to not go, don’t do it, it will not be worth it. Why? Because this Catholic priest like all in the room had been born and while there was pain and fear and even trials of life, none of us would counsel this baby not to do it.
If we were speaking to my grandmother from heaven, we would acknowledge the pain and fear she felt, but would attempt to communicate how such is a natural and wonderful progression not something to be feared.
As I tell my son when I attempt to console him, I am sorry for your loss. I have little idea if what I shared is of any value. If not, I apologize. I will pray for you and your friend.
Charity, TOm