He was more than a client. He was a friend.
His daughter was searching for something—a reflection, a word from the wise, a shared tear of understanding. This was all I could think to say, and maybe it was enough:
It seems that with the passing of time, our losses, hurts, and regrets can become both deeper and more marked. However, when balanced by our expressions of love, our pain becomes the compassion we offer to others. What seemed like a loss becomes the ballast for our heart and soul.
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