My dear friend's father died of Mesothelioma last month and I am meeting her up this weekend over dinner. She needs companion this tough time that she is missing her dad. I can't helpbut feel sad too whenever she will tell me how much she misses her father. I know how hard it is for her, so I try to cheer her up by going out with my kids that she truly adores. Somehow, I let her feel that she is not alone in this journey, that my family is also her family too. But of course, no one can ever replace his father but at a certain stage, she needs to move on to and go on with her life.