I remember the day I heard about my grandfather passing. He was hospitalized from a fall and had a few surgeries. I stayed over a few nights at the hospital with him. It was only in some fleeting moments of clarity that I saw the man I remembered in him. The rest of the time he reminded me of a stubborn toddler adamant to leave and not be a bother to anyone.
I was out on some chores with my dad when he got a call from the hospital. We were planning to go there right after too. A nod was all he made and I knew that it had happened.
The worst piece of consolation in the moment I received was "Time will heal". I hated that phrase and struggled with it, but I must begrudgingly admit. While not the option to choose as words of consolement, it is but an unchanging truth. Time will heal.