A thirteen hour drive and three rolls of toilet paper later, we’re counting down to the memorial service for my brother-in-law. A friend of the family sent over toilet paper, paper towels, and Kleenex to handle the extra traffic of visits from family and friends. Only someone who’s been through it would think of those things.
Empathy is not my strong suit. I’m the typical type who doesn’t know what to do or say when a loved one is suffering. Whenever I’m told bad news, I get a stupid and totally inappropriate smile on my face and zone out. I only catch every few words, as my mind goes into some unthinking la-la land.
I just want to express my thanks to those people who have sent well wishes and who are able to provide those little comforts that go a long way during difficult times.