I'll show up and stand humble in the face of a loved one's pain.
I'll admit I'm as empty-handed, dumb-struck, and out of ideas as she is.
I won't try to make sense of things or require more than she can offer.
I won't let my discomfort with her pain keep me from witnessing it for
her. I'll never try to grab or fix her pain, because I know that for as
long as it takes, her pain will also be her comfort. It will be all she
has left. Grief is love's souvenir. It's our proof that we once loved...
So, I'll just show up and sit quietly with her.
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