The older I get the more funerals I seem to attend. Relations, friends. Cancer rather than old age.
More each year.
I can’t remember the last wedding I went to. The young ones seem to be doing the registries rather than large expensive gatherings. Maybe they have their priorities right: plan for the future rather than celebrate today. Save for a house.
I own one suit: Black. With a white shirt and black tie. It comes out of dusty hibernation for funerals. I dislike wearing it as it reminds me that someone has passed. It’s starting to look worn yet I can’t bring myself to buy a new one as it signifies an expectancy of more funerals.
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Sorry for your loss
It’s something we say when we don’t know what to say. Someone close to you has passed on. Words can’t make it better. We want to express our sympathy but words fail us so we rely on the old faithful:
Sorry for your loss.
You’ve lost a friend, a good friend. Someone you’ve known for years. Someone you’ve had adventures with, been through stuff with, experienced life with, shared secrets, and dreams. You’ve celebrated their birthdays and anniversaries. Spent time with their loved ones. Had many beers with late into the night, discussing anything and everything.
And now they are gone. Just like that.
Sorry for your loss.
As you get older it happens more and more. You are going to more funerals than weddings and celebrations. You hear it more and more. Loss. Your loss, their loss.
Sorry for your loss.