He found out that his dad’s mom has brain hemmhorage. Didn’t tell more about how it happened. I didn’t ask about that, too. I only asked if it is reversible or workable at least. I want to be with him now because it is my duty as his friend. And, well, you know the other reason. Modesty aside, I am a good friend and I seldom, if at all, say or do things that will worsen a bad situation. But in depressing times with gravity like this, I am not confident that I will do a good job. Case in point: I am bad with telling people who have lost their loved ones what to do or what else there is to life. I guess these are the thresholds of my preaching-without-practicing. I can talk about love and moving on and make sense although I don’t do it myself. But in things that I really don’t know how to deal with like health problems or death, I don’t talk. I want to but if I open my mouth I just might end up saying useless cliches like “It’s alright.”, “You’re lucky that’s all that happened.” or “There are more unfortunate people.” Of no help, right?
But then again, I have been in a situation like that myself. And I didn’t need words. I just needed someone to listen, put their arms around me, or both.
I will pack my bags now, just in case. I hope I don’t make him feel worse. But I’m hoping to do my job as his friend. Even if it just means being quiet and lending my shoulder.
