What Not to Say It's funnny how you go intending to show you much you care. You trample the fragile grass of hope, left in reserve for a time when hope is scarce. "Sorry for your loss" is tossed like a sauce that stings an empty soul. A tear forced here, cracked voice there that offers no warmth to those now left in the cold. "So how did he die?" A dagger in the heart, a fresh wound bleeds with each uttered breath. Maybe next time you will get the report that pays for the salt you carried for treating the wounds. "I will talk to you then." A promisory note that brings us to the end of a most difficult talk.