Early in the week, my parents-in-law’s next door neighbor’s son (was that complicated enough for you) was killed in a car wreck. He was the passenger in a car driving the wrong way which hit the car of an off-duty police officer, killing the police officer and the neigbor’s son. I don’t know much about Officer Hoefler, but the neighbor’s son was only 32.
Of course, his father is hanging on by the skin of his teeth; the loss of his son has really rocked him.
So here I am, as the pastoral intern for a church 18 miles to the north, spending my entire week trying to provide Andy with pastoral support. Andy is nominally Catholic at best, and as he has made a credible profession of faith in Christ, I must take him at his word.
I’ve always wondered what the right thing to say would be in this sort of situation. I learned the answer to that this week.
You don’t say anything.
Just weep with the family.