How is he now - with it being a good week or so after it happened?
I lost a schoolfriend aged 15 over twenty years ago. She was shot by her step father (who then committed suicide). She fought for her life for five days but sadly succumbed to her head injuries.
I was in Y10 at the time and we went to an extra curricular activity together as well as her sister and my brother being 'an item' shortly before her passing.
It was a huge shock at the time. Nobody could process it. It was something you heard about happening to others therefore it didn't seem real, a bit like reading the news about it happening to someone else. It was a good 3 weeks after her death at her memorial when I eventually broke down in tears. I couldn't bring myself to go to her funeral (cremations freak me out) and at her memorial it became real; dawned on me that she was never, ever coming back and also I knew that my childhood was over. For me and everyone else, shootings and murders were confined to movies and news and now we felt like victims and that evil had been forced upon us. It wasn't like a rite of passage but it changed us all so much.
My tears were for her brutal death and the fear and pain she would have felt. But also for her generous gift in that she saved some lives through organ donation.
There is no magic wand or glasses in which we can see or know what to do, what to feel or how we will react from one day to the next.
Time does heal; but it leaves scars. Though I was never close to my friend, her death scarred me emotionally and mentally. It made me realise that my bubble was no more and that the world is a scary place.
I have no words other than allow time to help him go through the emotions that WILL come and be a listening ear.
For me, it has been a long time to 'get over it' but you never really do otherwise I wouldn't be here talking about it. 23 years later and I still think about what she would look like, whonshe would have married, her kids, her job etc.
Those we loose live their lives through our thoughts and dreams. We can imagine them into anyone we like - it keeps them alive I suppose.