I can’t help but relate to this post when the anger, pain, resentment and frustration became overwhelming so many times during my first year without Amy. Don’t anyone dare diminish this post to the stupid “anger” stage which allows the clueless off the hook each and every time. Last night, my son echoed every word Emma just wrote. He said he saw some old friends, one of whom he hadn’t seen since we lost Amy, and this dude never mentioned it. This dude is a grown ass man. Not even to ask how he and his family were doing. That’s shallow and does not fall into the I didn’t know what to say category. As I have said more times than I can count, while many people amaze me, there have been way too many that have dishonored our family and disrespected my daughter’s life. Only in the second year did I learn from someone farther along that their reaction is a reflection of whom they are and in no way reflects the value of our loss or my daughter’s life. I am sorry that when our lives are devastated, many lack the depth and compassion to be kind and caring. We don’t need anyone to fix it or carry us, we just need to know you notice that our loved one is gone and you feel just a wee bit bad that this sucker punch shattered our world.