Words never spoken, paroles jamais lu

The mother of my friend died.
The prolongued wait is over. The grimm fate has now become the ultimate relief during these last moments of grief.
Little do we know of the loss our origins. Perchance they remind us of our own mortality and thus how close our end is.
I have little or no words to share on these occasions.
The hypochrisy of offering any consolation is of little use to those who are in dire times.
I wish I had more inspired words.
Words that somehow could find their way into a thirsty soul and provide a new map to the richest river within.
I too long to hear these words.