When her brother died, I sent a card, a book, an email, visited with chocolate cake. But when her mom died, I felt (as she must have on a much more horrific scale) totally without tools to respond.
So today I will offer her something else in the way of comfort, though what comforts one person is never the same for the next. Still, it's worth a try. Here are two favorite poets in one, Mary Karr reading "Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver.
Two Marys for my friend who lost her Meera.