Thursday, September 17, 2015


What does one say to somebody whose loved one has been diagnosed with terminal illness? I don't know. I am at a complete loss. But one thing I am sure of is this. I cannot bring myself to offer them lies. I will not tell them everything will be fine. Or that everything is part of a plan by some benevolent transcendent force. Or give them any other false hope or delusion that will mitigate the gravitas of it all. Because the reality of eventual loss is not something to be assuaged or swept under the rug. It is to be faced and accepted as part of having had the incomparable privilege of having loved and cared deeply for others.

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