I see people write flowery thoughts to others in times of great difficulty and while I'm sure they mean well, the words become foundations of sand. The minute the water levels rise, the foundations wash away. I do understand that its not always easy to know what to say and when to say anything. I get that. What I don't quite understand is how empty the words can often be to someone struggling to go one more day.
When I've been through the pain and rough moments of life, I often cherished those that would just sit there with me and listen. They would listen to my stories as I told them through the tears and pain I felt. They didn't try to tell me to get over it or move on or that some entity would make everything better. They just listened and they listened with an open ear, having no judgement or preconceived ideas of what should or should not happen.
