"Life taught me to die"

My heart is broken this holiday season.

A family that I know and love lost a very important person and I just can't seem to shake this grief that I feel for them.

A family friend, the father of a boy that I have been going to school with since 1st grade, had a heart attack and died the afternoon of Christmas Eve. This man was taken away from three teenage kids and a wife who just found out she had breast cancer. He was her rock, the only thing that kept her going and now he's gone. She has never felt so alone, so scared, so unsure. I wish there was something I could do. People are constantly asking them what they can do and the only answer that they can muster is "you can bring my dad back".

Carol, Erik, Chad, Jenna.....If I could I would....

But I can't, and it breaks my heart that I can't. All I can do is pray. I know that doesn't really mean anything to them, but I don't know how else to respond. The only one that knows why Chuck was taken from his family is the only one that can comfort them.