I lost my third child, Christopher to stillbirth in April this year. There’s not much that can be considered ‘right’ in these horrible circumstances.
I will say to avoid expressing your sadness at the moment as others have suggested, and if you know their sons name, include that as my biggest fear was and still is that people won’t want to speak of little Christopher now that he has been buried. Like he never happened. Anything with his name on from other people are now treasured and are in his memory box.
I was bombarded by cards when we had let everybody know that Christopher was stillborn. Some said “too beautiful for this world/too pure for this world” and I hated those messages (I don’t blame the friends who wrote it, there’s not really much a person can say in such heartbreaking circumstances) but those ones set me on edge the most.
Others saying my son was in a better place also upset me (I’m not suggesting you’d send this by the way) as there should be no better place for my baby boy than in my arms. Also I’m an atheist.
The card I treasure most had a poem that was written by my DH’s godmother. I had never met her, the first time I did was on the day of my sons funeral.
Send your condolences, in words that suit you. My DH’s godmother wrote: Our deepest condolences. Our thoughts are with you and Christopher at this very sad time. Fondest Regards.
A bit old school but she is in her 90’s.
I’m so sorry for the heartbreak your friends are experiencing. Another card I received was from my DH’s uncle who lost his son when his son was 19. It was very simple:
“No words can express the hurt you are feeling. Please remember there is no right or wrong way to grieve. Try to keep Christopher alive within yourselves and we will do the same - and remember to eat something whenever you can.”
That one of course is very personal due to the fact that he too had experienced the loss of a child, under very different circumstances. So we could accept his advice because we knew he understood better than most, our grief. He was right to remind me to eat as I didn’t for three weeks after losing Christopher (except a slice of toast here and there).
My mum got me potted ‘forget-me-not’ flowers. I still have those and recently planted them in my garden. All other flowers were hard to receive as I’m no good at keeping them alive for any longer than a few days and it hurt I failed with that too (was how I felt at the time) but you know your friend, so you can determine better whether flowers would be a nice idea for them or not. Very kind of you to be so considerate OP 