Apparently my grandfather inadvertently made the acquaintance of a grief counselor (inadvertent on his part, and he never used the words grief counselor) while at the funeral home this week. She went to high school with my dad and Granddaddy wound up talking to her for quite a while and found it very helpful. So helpful, in fact, that he made an appointment to meet with her again. I think that's really great and I'm glad he's talking it through with someone.