Sometimes we cannot, and maybe should not, visit the dark places into which our friends have trodden, and hence the idea of walking a mile in your shoes is exactly the wrong definition of empathy. I do not know the shape of your pain nor the wide extent of its blank landscapes, Amie, and your mother does not add detail in respect of you. However, she does know how I value you (and not only because she values you) and wanted me to say something to you that I believe and hoped would help, whatever the state of things. Indeed little HELPS because we each inhabit differently configured lives. May it just seep into your life that some people admire you in a way that is near love. But no Job’s comforter, I. You will inherit the peace you truly deserve. I just know that.
All my love
Steve
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