Everyone has had their share of heartache. I don't see pain as something to be tallied or compared or bested as much as something to be endured. Support and love, kind words and gestures are wonderful but when the pain is true it is only time that can begin to spread a salve over the wound. This is all well and good when I am the one in pain but when I have to watch someone to whom I feel so close go through it then I spend all my time thinking, trying to come up with the one *perfect* thing that will help her feel better.
And I know that there is nothing. I know that there is really only the passage of the days, coffee with friends, long nights and tears, but still I search.
My dear friend Stacey has had a truly horrendous week. Stacey is beautiful. She is brilliant and hilarious and caring and loyal and lovely. She is the kind of person you would want to be wrecked on a deserted island because she would keep you laughing and talking and would help you find a way to distill coconut milk to make wine. Oh - unless there were spiders on the Island. Then she might not be as chatty but would remain entertaining as she shreiked and ran from them. If you know Stacey you already love her and if you don't know her you would love her if you did, trust me.
Among the many wonderful things Stacey does in the world, she is an awesome writer. She is raw and honest about hardship and thoughtful and eloquent about the beautiful things in life. She wrote a little about her horrendous week at here, at Mamalode. Give it a read and then leave her a comment, let her know that you are thinking about her, or that you too have experienced loss, and that she is not alone. You don't have to have the perfect thing to say, just say something - help her to feel that she isn't as lonely in the midst of this clusterfuck of events.