I lost my mother-in-law the day before my Grandma's funeral. My husband, children and I moved across the country a year prior for work. We bought her a plane ticket to visit us. After a ten day visit I took her to he airport the day before school started. The next morning as I was loading my kids ino the car for their first day of school and the phone rang. It was my mother's friend, telling me she died on the highway on her way home from the airport. "Dead on the highway.". She, also was in shock.. I'm struggling a year later. I skipped my grandmother's funeral so I could fly with my husband and support him. My husband was very close to his mother. His parents divorced when he was 13 and his sister was already in college. He and his mother were all each other had in the years following. He was so close to her. He is so stoic all day. He goes to work, provides for our family, and works on her estate every day. I see his pain as he works through the receipts from her business, she was a vet in private practice. Sometimes he just sits in his office and I don't know how to help him. He doesn't come to bed. I wake between 11 and 3 am and have to look for him. Sometimes he is asleep in his office, sometimes I have to look for him outside on the town path, sometimes I find him asleep in the bathtub. Always, when I wake him he is mean to me. He would never be mean before. It hurts so much because I know he is suffering and I don't know how to help him. He refuses counseling. I don't know what to do.