“Wait, I…” I began, and stopped at once. I didn’t know how to approach any of it; I had never offered condolences before. My oldest relatives (grandparents, and one or two distant great-uncles) had all passed away during those years of life when a girl still does not clearly understand the meaning of death.
“…I would like to tell you that I know what you’re going through. I’ve been there before, remember? And… it’s just that I think I know how you feel. How much it hurts, you know? It feels like the air has suddenly left you, doesn’t it? I know that your relationship with her no longer… well, it was no longer a relationship, but I understand you.”
“Johanna…”
“No, please, let me…” I begged him, and closed my eyes to gather strength. “I know you have to be strong for everyone, don’t you?
