“It won’t seem so hard by-and-by dear,” said Anne, who always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid. (from Anne’s House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery)
I feel like Anne right now. I feel like I should find something to say or to write to my friend, but what? I cannot speak easy, fluent words of comforting that do not comfort at all. I do remember how those words hurt, and my own loss was so much less than this.