I attended a funeral service yesterday for a premature baby. The baby was a co-worker’s daughter. It is always so hard to know what to say at a funeral home, and this was especially awkward for some reason. The line going in the door was not moving very quickly, and instead of a simple, “I am so sorry for your loss”, I had to make small talk with both of the baby’s parents as I waited in line. I usually abstain from mingling since I am not very good at making small talk. When my co-worker thanked me for coming, I found myself saying, “I’m happy to do it” or “I’m happy to be here” or some other such awful statement. I could have shot myself. I certainly didn’t mean I was happy because of the circumstance that brought me there. I meant I was happy to be there in support of him and his wife. It meant a lot to me when my co-workers showed up at my parents’ funerals. Why do these things come out of my mouth?