whatever I say won't help, it's time to shut up. A friend died this weekend, the day after Christmas. I've thought over and over about what could be said to provide comfort to her son; I have nothing original to say and may only mumble trite phrases because of my own discomfort.
She had faced serious health problems in the past and survived; she retained her sense of humor and, from all I could tell, a sense of balance and perspective. Maybe not completely, or totally. BUT all we can do is all we can do.
She seemed to meet life head on, and maybe she met death the same way. To say that she was a friend and I cared about what she encountered would be true; it just doesn't change anything.
I understand from a mutual friend this departed sister didn't want folks standing around moaning about her demise. That sounds like her. So we've spoken of having a party on her birthday in about two weeks; we'll celebrate her life and contributions to all who knew her.
I feel a loss because I will never be with her again, whether to celebrate success or handle disappointment. I hope knowing something of her spirit and point of view remains among us will help her family realize she made a difference.
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