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This morning, we gather as friends for CelticLassie and her family.
Please join us and say it now.
How often we think we have more time than we do. When people we love are sick or old, we mean to say something to them, but feel uncomfortable, or don’t have the words, and then suddenly, it’s too late.
It’s even harder to think what to say when the dying person is someone we’ve never met, but who is all-in-all to someone who HAS touched our lives.
On Daily KOS, we “meet” people without knowing what they look like or how old they are or what they do for a living – all those things that seem so important when we first meet someone face-to-face. But on KOS, we get to know how they think and what they feel and some of their words may move us profoundly – so we “know” them in some ways better than people who’ve crossed our paths in person.
And what happens in their lives matters to us. And when they hurt, we want to reach out and give comfort. But what can we say?
It’s so hard to accept that sometimes, there are no words for what we want to say, so we just have to fall back on:
“I’m so sorry.”
“You’re in my thoughts.”
“Sending Hugs.”
Which are so inadequate, but they’re all we have.
What is important is that we say or send something, especially since we aren’t there in person.
So say it now, because now is all we have.
This is for
“One who never turned back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.”
- Robert Browning