I don’t know what to say when someone loses a loved one.
I quote Yeats, sometimes.
Not everyone loves Yeats.
But they DON’T. Plus, I don’t think I can just yank out an appropriate Yeats quote. All I’ve got is… um … “And what rough beast slouches toward Bethlehem waiting to be reborn.”
Dear God, don’t say THAT.
I know! That’s what I meant.
Say you’re sorry.
I am sorry. I did say it. But it seems stupid. Like, of COURSE I’m sorry. But it seems like there should be something … better.
Better than sorry?
Meaningful. Sorry doesn’t mean anything. Because – you’re sorry when you step on someone’s toe or bump into them with a shopping cart. But when someone loses someone, you should be MORE than sorry. There should be a better word.
I can’t think of one.
Me either. It’s making me mad.
I think – I think that words are just words. And yes, we love words, words are awesome, and maybe there’s a better way to express sorrow – because that’s what’s underneath sorry, you know – than we can think of, but the important thing is what you do in your sorrow. How you reach out. That stuff.
Oh. Well, right. I knew that.
And you could maybe quote Yeats.
I had to try.