What More Could I do?

Daughter, today you told me of the deep sorrow you feel. I could see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. I didn't know what to say to you, so I lied, "it will get better with time".

Loss on this scale isn't something that you wake up from one day. The emptiness can’t be filled and the hole never heals. When we lose someone truly important to us there is no easy fix. But one day, someday, you will no longer forget they are gone, and that is something, no matter how meager. And with time the pain will dull but you will never stop missing them and you will never want to stop,

I searched deep inside trying to find some wisdom or trick that I could employ to bring some joy back into your eyes. All I found was my own loss, buried deep inside where I have kept it since I was your age, you in this very moment. I understood.

Choking back tears, I tried to hide my emotions. You needed me to be strong, to reassure you. But the remembrance of my own loss reverberated with the realization of how much pain you felt now and I found nothing to comfort you.

You told me that you are sad, I believed you, I wept with you...what more could I do.