I since learnt that the woman who lost her son, also lost her brother while he was driving down for the funeral! [The family is local]
After hearing about this and going to bed that night at 12ish. I prayed for her and her family. And i got this overwhelming desire to drive to her place and stroke her hair. I don't know this woman and i don't know what she looks like or what street she lives in. What a bizzare emotional response to have whilst praying!
So the only thing i could do was ask God to comfort her.
If i had of still had that strong desire in the morning, i would have definatly found her and patted her hair. Even if it would take some weird explaining lol :o)