Hallmark Has A Point?
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“I’m sorry for your loss…” It’s what you’re supposed to say. But even as the words left my lips and resonated in my brain, I thought about how empty, generic and half hearted they seemed. As I listened to his voice on the voicemail I rehearsed saying it, but each time it sounded wrong. I wanted a Hallmark zinger; something short, sweet and powerful. At this point even if it rhymed and skimmed the surface of cheesy, I thought that it would have been better than “ I’m sorry for your loss.” This was a person I spent my childhood summers beside. He was someone I’ve known for almost two decades and I felt like the words “I’m sorry for your loss” were desensitizing his situation. This is when I really needed Hallmark, but instead was left to my own devices. Suddenly the voicemail beeped indicating for me to speak... “ Hey… it’s me .” I sounded too chipper; I tried to adjust my tone. “ I heard about your dad …” Shit, now I sounded too depressing, I need to fix that {Long Pause} “ I