Somebody said...
My pet peeve is "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger." My version is "Whatever doesn't kill you scars you for life."
Ain't that the truth. There are a few scared ones right here, and we've got the
good cancer.
clocknut said...
Prato, thanks for the link. A line that really caught my attention was this: When hell visits us, we don't get to escape grieving.
I work part-time in a funeral home and I often see people struggling to find words of comfort, or something that doesn't sound trite or forced. It's tough to find the right words, so people often fall back on the platitudes. They are, as you say, "well intentioned." They're trying. I think we need to keep that in mind.
Do you notice, though, that when we, as cancer survivors (don't like that term, but use it anyway) meet another cancer survivor, finding what to say is not that much of a problem? Like it or not, we've all been inducted into the cancer fraternity/sorority, and we know how to talk to one another.
Yeah, ain't that also the truth. I was only very, very rarely in a funeral home in my younger years. These days because of an association with the oldest ones at church( a class I teach for one thing), plus throw in the random tragedies, it seems like my home away from home is the funeral home. Often I am grieving with them, other times I am just paying my respects. And I don't ever know what to say other than "I'm sorry for your loss". Thankfully I don't think much is expected of me as far as words. But I sure spend a lot of time in the house of grief compared to earlier days.
That is a very interesting phrase: "when hell comes to visit".