With the passing of my father, things certainly haven't been easy lately. To add to the frustration, I recently lost my iPhone that pretty much contains my life. It's surprising how attached you can become with an inanimate object. Anyway, this would be sometihng I'd turn to Eddie about, in order to get some comforting words about my loss.
First thing he would do is freak out about how much information I lost on the phone and tell me I'm an idiot for letting it happen. I would probably turn back and get upset with him by letting him know I understand how it was stupid of me and it wasn't like I wanted it to happen. I would then tell him there isn't anything I can do about it now, which in turn he would agree and then ask me what I will do next. My answer would be a sad and bewildered, "I don't know". There would be a short silence, then he would say "Don't worry. Just don't let it happen again." with slight frustration.
Overall, it was always comforting to know that even though Eddie wasn't happy with me for the unforunate things that happened (that I had control over), he would still muster up the compassion to make sure I was okay in the end. The fact that he would be upset with me, but in the end always want to and ended up still loving me, went such a long way.
I think it runs in the family, as I think my entire family would react the same way to each other.