Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

This weekend I'm attempting to write thank you notes to people who have written me about my daughter's death. This is painful for me, because my instinct is to turn away and distract myself. And I know what I write will not be profound or even adequate. But I want them to know I deeply appreciate their efforts, and I hold them in my heart. But words - words fail to express what I feel and I am hollowed out by grief. My hope is a memorial service sometime in the future, where we can all be together, weep, talk about what she meant to us, and enfold each other in love. This is just a step in that direction. A belief that we will all hug and hold hands and sing and cry.