Loss

On May 2^nd David’s world became two-dimensional. First, the fear and uncertainty that haunted his present, followed by blessed hours of sleep, of dreams when life was bearable and whole. His waking world was the click-clank of equipment, the reek of wilting flowers and the squeak of rubber soles, worst of all the forlorn faces of visitors, mouths struggling for words. A whisper of, “We’re so sorry.” What words have power to ease the loss of legs?