Oh your poor friend. It's awful. I hope she can heal from this.
This reminds me of something similarly sad that happened in my family.
My great grandmother was young, maybe nineteen, when she lost her second child to a congenital defect at a a few months of age. One night shortly after the funeral, my great grandfather heard her up and about late. She had gotten up, gotten a shovel and a lantern, was getting her coat on.
She was going to go dig up Ione, just to hold her one more time.
Makes me so sad every time I hear the story. That was nearly a hundred years ago. I think that scenes like this are not unique or new.