I’ve come to hate the words there are no words , mainly because so many people said exactly those words to me when my older son Rob took his own life . It amazes me that people used words to say that there aren’t any. I knew what they were trying to convey—that it’s impossible to articulate the depth of their sadness or to imagine the unimaginable heartache of losing a child. I get it because I used to be one of those people.

I never knew the right thing to say and trying always made me squirrelly. It still does, and that’s after Rob has been dead and buried for close to seven years. After reading a ton of books on grief and consulting ChatGPT, I know that “I’m sorry for your loss” is the go-to sentiment on the menu of comforting responses to someone who has lost a loved one, follow

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