Hi. We hardly know each other. And I know this won’t mean much coming from a stranger like me, but I have to say it:
I mean it. I am sorry. I’m sorry about the big and the little things that happen to you.
I’m sorry you didn’t sleep last night. I’m sorry your back hurts. And I’m sorry about the long-term repercussions of fiscal American inflation.
Also: I’m sorry you don’t laugh as often as you used to. I’m sorry money doesn’t grow in the backyard—God help me, I am.
I know what it means to work long hours and get nothing but a bloody lip in return.
I’m sorry your car won’t start. I’m sorry alternators cost more than booze-cruises to Barbados.
I’m sorry that every time you get some money saved, your roof begins leaking, your water-heater goes out, your toilet backs up, or you need a root canal.
I’m double-sorry about the root canal.
I’m sorry your dog died. And for the sour feelings you get when you see the empty food-bowl
on your kitchen floor.
I miss every good dog I’ve ever owned.
I’m sorry your loved one died recently. I’m sorry grief has become a permanent part of you, and that your heart has been polished with a cheese grater.
I’m sorry the doctor said you need surgery. I’m sorry you’re diabetic. I’m sorry your entire world caved in when they said, “Ma'am, you have cancer.”
I’m sorry you have felt sick and rundown for so long that you don’t remember what the old you felt like.
I’m sorry life doesn’t go the way we want it. I’m sorry the clock runs out too quickly, and that our bodies don’t last longer.…