To The Woman Who Raised Giants
I don’t deal well with the concept with death. You see, I haven't accepted mortality. Serious situations already make me uncomfortable and what is more serious than death? Whenever a friend’s or colleague’s loved one dies, I don’t know what to say. My mom said to sincerely send my condolences, but I never felt that was sufficient. I normally uncomfortably say “I’m sorry to hear that…” and offer them a hug. But I always felt like a fraud. What can I say or do to make it okay? Nothing. The answer is nothing. The fact of the matter is there is nothing I can do or say to make that grieving person feel any better right now. Their loved one is gone. No matter your belief or whatever you think happens after someone dies. No matter your uncertainty or discomfort. You will never see them again. This is a situation I’ve tried to accept and try to brush off. Until a few weeks ago. My lola (translation: grandma) died. She was 90. I went to her funeral on Thursday, 8