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Make Things Better

October 13, 1998

don’t know where the answers are supposed to be
I know it sounds trite to say that, but I’ve...

there it goes,
that woman that’s always supposed to say something
of value is once again coming to a stumbling block
and I have nothing to add to this whole idea

but I wanted to finish it
I did

Okay, maybe I do have some ideas about this whole
answer thing, but don’t think that anyone wants to hear them
So, I’ll offer insight about this whole answer problem

No, I can say with some certainty that I don’t know
where the answers are
it’s tough
to see someone you care about die though
Even when you were
preparing for it in your head, before the death actually
happened

You could find out that someone you care
about is dead, and you might have to be the one to tell
the doctors and nurses in the hospital that they’re not
living anymore

You can be the one that is expected
to give that news
And maybe you need help in
dealing with this, maybe you have to tell this
awful news and maybe just need to be held
because you don’t know what else you can do
to make things better for you
But no one tells you
these things, and no one is there for you, because
well, they’re suffering too, and you don’t understand
what they feel and they don’t understand what

you feel either

Well, maybe there are a lot of things that we can’t know
everything about and therefore understand at the snap
of our fingers
I don’t know those answers, either
But maybe we just have to remember every
once in a while that other people have pain too, just like

our own pain, or maybe they have a pain that could
be completely different from the kind of pain we are
used to
Maybe we just have to remember that
people hurt
Maybe we can’t come up with the
answers for them either, but maybe they’ll
appreciate the effort you make to try to make things better


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