There are some things that no one can make sense of There is no vocabulary, or polite prose capable of calming the storm No eloquent speech or profound thoughts that will tame the turbulent sea Although I have suffered  losses of My own I will not say, "I know how you feel" I cannot begin to know what your loss means to you You are unique and thus, so is your suffering I can only say that anything I might utter might seem trivial and incomplete Some things make no sense and were never meant to The chatter of kind words �? the conversation of caring only seems to drown out the screaming of anquish within �?BR>for a time here and there I have learned that it is in these times that it is the reverence of silent and unassuming acts of caring That allows even a tiny flicker of light to illuminate our path through the darkness of the storms I am sorry for your loss �?