When I was sitting shiva for my father a”h, a co-worker (male much younger) comes in lunch time just as my aunt had barely convinced me to eat something. I went back into the living room and sat down. He shrugs his shoulders looks at me and says “he just heard a young man was shot in Jersey!”. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry! Did he think I wanted to hear about more tzoris when I was already in enormous pain? Did he think that by telling me that others were suffering it would make my suffering easier? My aunt took one look at my shocked face and said “I have to insist that she eat something now”, and dragged me into the kitchen.
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