I felt powerless looking into this woman’s eyes
and saying, “I’m sorry I hope he gets well.”
Such generic words I thought.
Truth is I did not know what to say.
I did not want to add more pain by bringing more attention to her suffering.
It made me think of the quote “suffering is resistance to pain”
Perhaps I should have gave her a hug.
I do not know.
It started when I noticed her walking next to me
I sensed a sad energy about her.
I simply asked, “are you okey?”
She proceeded to tell me about her husband and how he was diagnosed with leukemia
F*ck I thought that is a harsh reality to live in
She was hanging by a thread.
Falling apart and changing shape.
Barely keeping her head above water.
And at the same time she was strong.
She was brilliant and beautiful.
I hope her husband lives.
For if he
does everything in his life
will then have special significance
I liked that she was able to share her concerns with me
I did not know what to say.
What could I say and do?
I wished she could be free from the pain.
I wished her husband was free.
But I kept it to myself.
The truth is I have never been very good at consoling people
After all it is a delicate subject.
“At least I showed up” I thought.
tried my best.