Do the other people I care about, the ones who may not be in my inner circle but who contribute to my well-being nearly every day, not know that, either? Do yours? What should we do? Be braver, and do as the poets and saints advise—string a few kind words together, and say them out loud. It doesn’t have to be a symphony or a eulogy. A country song will do. You’re gonna make me lonesome when you go is plenty.
