Last Tuesday my oldest brother died of a heart attack at 58 years of age. So, this means my father who is 82 has lost his wife of 58 years, his middle son, his oldest son, his brother (my uncle), and his sister-in-law, and his 14 year old beloved collie all in the last 12 months. I hate this and I feel helpless to help Dad feel like anything good is ever going to happen again.
Anyway, one of Dad's neighbors is undergoing chemo for cancer of the esophagus. This man has been extra kind to my dad and is the type of person who is always happy to see people. The evening after my brother's funeral, this neighbor brings my dad a couple of cleaned catfish, packaged and ready to freeze so that when I visit him the next weekend, I can cook it. His wife and he laughed about how long it took him to clean the fish because the chemo was making him sick and the sight of the fish entrails made him sicker.
It was a nice thing to do.