The late night thoughts of a worried wife

I lay awake beside my beloved and felt how tightly he held me,even in his sleep. He's been exhausted and depressed since Mike's funeral; and only seems at all like himself when he's with me. The company refuses to admit his death was probably an accident because he was sleep deprived and overworked. I know Gabe isn't handling losing Trevor, his Grandma, and Mike in the space of a year very well. Neither of us have a ton of people we're super close to and for him to lose three of his in a year is a lot to bear. I was laying there trying to think of what more I can do for him. He claims he just needs me to keep doing what I always do and he's going to be okay. But he watched one of his best friends die; can enough love,support, and our life together actually starting truly be enough? I cook for him; French toast, home made soup ( potato, cucumber,and tomato), pancakes from scratch, and put all my love into these meals. He said I always help him through everything and he loves me with all of him for that but I still fear I could do more. I know he means it; I just hate that he went through that and I can only take care of him in such a small way. I just need to keep being strong and help him pull through. I guess that's it for now.