I went to a funeral today: a relatively new friend. She suffered from very severe depression and took her own life, very young.
I hadn't known her family or many of her friends, but several of those I spoke to said stuff along the lines of: it meant a lot to her that you supported her work, she talked about you a lot.
I'm sort of glad I was able to make her happy but also feeling: I could have done more. I wish I had done more.