Cry. Punch a pillow. Punch a wall. Gently.
Break something. From my experience, bottles are satisfying, but I’ve heard fantastic things about light bulbs as well. Fantasize about breaking something bigger.
Love them hard. Love them the way they need to be loved, which is sometimes gentler than what you want to give them.
Leave a note on the counter before you leave for work in the morning. Hide another in their wallet.
Be there.
Go away.
Treat them real special, real nice. Send a jet for them tonight because they can have whatever they liiiiiiiiike. They can have whatever they liiiiiike.
Treat them like a normal person. Because cancer isn’t an excuse to leave your clothes right next to the hamper when there is a perfectly good hamper just waiting to be filled with dirty clothing.
There’s not a right thing to do or a wrong thing to do, and sometimes there is nothing to do at all. There aren’t any right words to say or wrong words to say.
….Except for “God has his reasons.” For the love of Pete, never say that unless you want to get kicked in the throat because, really? You think God is behind this? Well then, I guess you think that God cares about who wins the Super Bowl and whether or not you make the bus in which case, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!