I put on a stiffly starched pastel yellow shirt, and my black pinstriped suit, and a nice tie. I polished up my shoes and put my dress knife in my pocket.

I got a haircut thursday and I stropped up the razor and scraped the face clean.

The Ogwife also dressed appropriately, she always does. We drove the hour and change to pay our respects to the daughter of my co-worker.

The co-worker in question is an old timer, but not so old as he should have been required to bury his own child. He has had some real struggle in his life, and this is a monumental blow, you can see it in his eyes. The pain of it hasn’t hit him fully, and what he has experienced is wrecking him now.

What do you say? How do you console someone who has had their world torn apart like this?

I don’t know. Prayer is what I have.