Grieving..... Sucks..... and I have tips....

A guy I know, I consider a friend, whom is different than me but shares numerous same qualities - love of beer (me = PBR, him = bullet kegs of obscure micro brews), music (I prefer Alternative Rock but he prefers Broadway Musicals and the Modern Skirts) and college football (me= Clemson "Harvard of the South" University and him = U of Gay Leghumpers). Well, he just lost a Grandparent and is quite broken up. We are not "give me a call" kind of friends, but mainly communicate via the blogosphere. I gotta say I truely feel for this guy and know that he is going thru a ruff patch. He posted a blog video by Penn Gillette and Penn discussed his own loss of a parent and how he felt about it and how his friends responded and how he found solace in his Athiesm. Interesting viewpoint. Not that I condone or detract, just a different viewpoint than my own.
All I can say to my buddy is: Grieving Sucks. The feeling of loss is personal and indescribable since everyone is different. It's been 3 1/2 years since my Dad passed away and I think of it often. I was there, I watched him die and during the only 1 1/2 hours I left the house for 3 days (to pick up my aunt at the airport) is when he decided to die. All I can say is "What the Fuck?" and "Why".
My Faith and my friends got me through it. My Faith ( an interpersonal belief that there may be something bigger than me out there - yes I believe there is something out there that is bigger than me - and that there may be a better place than terestrial Earth) enabled me to comprehend the ashes to ashes piece of his death and my Friends enabled me to get through the day to day aspect of his death. My friends trumped the Preacher after the funeral - it was kinda crazy... The old ladies from the church showed up at my Mom's house with covered dishes and my friends showed up with 12packs...
I know he is hurting. There is nothing I can say to make that hurt go away. Penn says "it can never hurt any worse." I realize that it can... It never gets any better. I miss my Dad... I worked my ass off for years to gain his acceptance. I think I got it BUT I feel comfident that he would have approved of his "after funeral party" and toasts given in his honor back at the house. My friends helped me get thru Franks death and are currently helping me put perspective on my Mom's situation.
Russ, Grieving SUCKS. Tap that keg, call your established friend network, and work it out day after day. Just wanted you to know I was thinking of you and selfishly working this thru for myself and my own issues with death.

On of my favorite movie lines of all time.... Clevon Little speaking to Gene Wilder in the movie "Blazing Saddles": "A man that drinks like that is sure to die" and Gene Wilder says: "When?"
Awesome...

I often think of my own death, not really how I am going to die, but what I wan to happen when I die.... The Wife hates it when I speak like this. I say Fuck It and I want everyone to have fun. It may initially suck with me gone from the world but the world WILL continue to turn. Have a good time... Celebrate the lives of the ones who are lost.... Bubba Foster got killed when I was a Freshman in HS and for years we used to stop by his gravesite and drink beers, and I never really knew the guy - but he saved my ass at Hannahan HS when me, Rog and Wanker almost started a RIOT... Death sucks... but it is a part of life... (It's terrible when Forrest Gump makes sense.)