Secretly I want to bury in the yard/the grey remains of a friendship scarred

Yep, it's Kath quoting indie rock week.

Someone who kinda hurt me bad sent me this email yesterday:

"Unfortunately, my mom lost her battle on Thursday. I know you know what this is like. Nothing's ever going to be the same."

And I was left wondering what the etiquette is. Someone who kinda hurt me bad lost her mom last week. I remember, when we were friends and innately smitten with each other as new friends can be, when she initially asked me about my mom's death and I told her and she gave me the standard "I can't imagine what that would be like."

I sent her flowers. Dropped her a voicemail. Tragedy equalizes everything, it would seem. Transcends professional/personal differences. Lets unanswered questions remain unanswered.

What I didn't expect was how much of that I was carrying around. I hadn't spoken to this girl since August of last year. We'd only recently begun trading emails. I only felt sympathy for her and something like relief and grief started to give me the shakes that come right before the tears.