“I can’t imagine.”
It’s a well-worn comment most of us have fallen back on when we hear about an awful event.
She lost her baby.
His wife was killed.
The whole family died.
“I simply can’t imagine what that would be like/what I’d do/how I’d feel.”
In the wake of the events in Las Vegas last Sunday, I’m sure the phrase was oft repeated.
But not by me. Because I can imagine. If I let my mind travel to the country music festival last weekend, I can easily picture the happy throngs in cowboy (more…)