I just got to the Mall of America to walk aimlessly for a few hours in peace and quiet, take in captialism in its grandeur, look forward to purge more from my closet…But, I must tell you all something the guy next to me on the plane said. It will for sure go in the chapter, “What Not to Say to the Parents of a Dead Kid” or “Dumb Things People Say”…READY, HERE IT IS…
“I’m sorry. That must be so hard. But, I think the worst age would be to have a teenager die. That would be hard.”
He started off right…then he kept talking. Just don’t. Just be done with “I’m sorry.” Zip. The. Lip. You know what, losing Noah 12.5 years and months shy of being THIRTEEN wasn’t easier! Oh, yeah, I guess since I didn’t get to know him as long or as well as a mom who had a teenager! What the freak?! $%^&* Do people really think one age is easier than another?! $%^&* WOW #$%^&* WOW Okay then, if one age is easier than another tell your dying grandparent or parent or spouse or sibling or older child (OR YOUR HEART) that at least they have lived for X amount of time and see what their response will be. NO! DON’T! JUST LOVE THEM AND DON’T DO MATH!
Okay, I feel better. I’m off to find another wireless spot for lunch.