What do we say?
Well, in an odd flux of things, January has started out as a bad month. I do mean bad. Oddly, it is usually February that gets puts on notice. This year January is setting a very bad precedent for what is to come. In the past three weeks bad news has been spilling out of the water tap. An abbreviated view is: one friend had a blood clot in her brain and all that that entails, one lost her mother, one's grandfather has brain cancer, one lost her father, and one husband of a college roommate lost his legs to an IED. I'm certain I forgot something in there . . . but you get the drift. News of death and dying is easier to respond to because we maneuver it our entire lives. In contrast, when an old friend says her husband has lost his legs you are left dumb founded and speechless. You don't know what to say. You are left feeling helpless. You don't know what to do. Do you send flowers? Do you send food? Do you s...