My roommate (and only friend) is undergoing an emotional ordeal; his younger brother was in an accident on Friday and even his survival was initially doubted; the outcome is good, and while some speech-related brain damage still seems likely, it is far better than initially expected. He has come out of coma and is responsive to his surroundings. We have been communicating via chat, from my roommate's laptop, and I've felt very unhelpful. His other friends' facebook posts seemed both emotional, cliche, and not particularly informative to me, while I have been the opposite. For example, when hearing that he feared his brother wouldn't recognize him, I assured him that, statistically, retrograde amnesia was extremely rare. I was correct, apparently. But this has been the tone of our exchange. Tonight, he sent me a message when I expressed my doubts about the benefit of communication with me (my mother told me to say what I did):
Me: sometimes I don't know what to say. I care that you are upset, and anything I can do, I will.
Jeff: I know aidan
you are the only person i have really been able to speak candidly with
everyone else is too emotional
it came it handy that you arent
So . . . we can be helpful! Joy.