Soul Pony

One of the owners of the company I work for, had a younger brother die today. We, as a society, do not know how to handle this. I watched the flood of thoughts and prayers wash through the text chain and it broke my heart. We really do not know what to say anymore except for the same old tired and cliché sentiments that I’ve heard offered all my life. I know people mean well but I think at this point these words are devoid of meaning. It is the equivalent of forcing children to high five and say good game to their opponents after a game. High five/good game, high five/good game, high five/good game. Hug/sorry for your loss, hug/sorry for your loss, hug/sorry for your loss.  Then comes the typical white southern funeral which will be a combination of: ·          Song ·          Prayer ·          Tell attendees to change if they don’t want to burn in hell ·          Song ·          Read their obituary ·          Maybe say a few PC things about them ·          Song ·          Prayer ·