killary

I'm not good with death. I wish I was. I wish I knew what to tell people to make them feel less shitty and sad. Actually, that kind of goes for most situations involving crying and sadness.

Brother got into a car crash and is now a vegetable? Uh.. well.. I'm sorry?

Husband is getting shipped off to an active warzone with little chance of returning? AND he's going to miss the birth of your first child? Well... that sucks.

Your dog bit the neighborhood kid and has to be put down via court orders? Man... life is a bitch.

Those things leave me grappling for generic hallmark-card-comforts because I've never really related to twisted loss-of-life situations. Get canned from your job? No problem. Undergoing complicated surgery? Sorry, you've lost me.

I don't think I'm the only person with this problem. I do sort of wish I could just be plain and say "I'm so sorry" even though a million 'sorries' wouldn't mean jack crap to me.

And now to go grocery shopping for taco night provisions.