They say death puts things in perspective. It certainly leaves the living thinking their small troubles hardly compare to those of the bereaved. Then we add guilt to trouble and hide our tears because they wouldn't be fair. But perhaps God has spared us this trial because he wants us to learn -- from how another deals with trials, or perhaps from the trials he's already given us.
The death of a friend is huge. It must loom so impossibly for his family. I mourn with them. And I still cry at night for my own small troubles too. Does that make me small or just human?
Perhaps I should wake up and pray when I cry in the night.