It may not get better. But you will.

I didn’t mean to do it.  I didn’t mean to say it.  But she needed some comfort and assurance.  I hugged her tight and the words slipped out of my mouth because I didn’t know what to say.

“It will be okay,” I said and wished I could recall the words immediately.  I panicked when I didn’t know how to give her comfort so the words tumbled out.  The thing is, I didn’t know at the moment that it would be okay.  In fact, things looked pretty bleak.

As I walked out of the house I mentally kicked myself in the pants.  Why did I say that?  I hate that generic comfort.  What authority did I have to say it was going to be okay?  None.

I replayed the moment in my head and thought of what I should have said.  What I should have said was, “You will be okay.  Despite the outcome of it, you will heal.  You will be okay.  Eventually.”  That may not sound very comforting but to me a small amount of reality is more assuring than a platitude that may ring true.

Let me ask you, someone gets hit with a one-two punch from life.  What comfort do you offer?

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