One thing about losing my son is that it did teach me what it felt like to bury a child and that in turn made me able to help a friend of mine last year. Her son was killed in Iraq. I was the only one she could turn to that understood everything she was feeling and thinking. I gave her a teddy bear to hold in her arms when she needed to hold her son. It was what I did. We both still hug our little bears when we need to. It helps.