What I can't tell her

My friend Angela's mother passed away this weekend.

Tomorrow is the funeral.
I won't be attending.
I went and stayed with her during the visitation.
That was hard enough.


You see... What I can't tell her is ...that it sucks!

It sucks to not have your mom there.

It sucks to feel like no one else in the world would understand... but you know your mom would, and there is no direct line to that person any more.

It sucks when you dream that dream that her death wasn't real... because when you wake up, it is.

It sucks that whenever you hear of some one's loved one, especially their mom dying, a little bit of you re-dies all over again.
... and even though you want to be there for them, emotionally it just kills you!

It sucks that you personally know the pain... the unreeling pain... that they are experiencing.
...and there is nothing that you (or anyone else for that matter) can do to take that pain away.

But see... I can't tell her that. Not now.
For now, she has to experience it first-hand.
...and that sucks!