I think of you all the time.
You are the object of my empathetic grief.
I am sorry for your loss.

I sit for you.
You have been wronged by this country, I shall not stand for its song until they have helped.
I have done my part.

I let my friends and family know I feel bad for you.
You are the daily topic around here.
Of course you would understand.

I plan on doing something for you, like donating a dollar or two.
You have been given money.
It surely is enough.

I reposted a meme about you.
You have been such a great sport about all this.
I sure do feel bad about your incident.

I pray for you.
You are in my daily thoughts and prayers.
You can do this.

I,
I see you.
I see what you have been forced through.
I am inspired by your unmeasurable pain, and move.
I am planning a way to help you.
I talk to the news
I talk to everyone I know
I send carefully worded messages to them all.
I send heart string tugging letters, begging for help.
What do they do?




They send back that you have my thoughts and prayers.