Comforting the Grieving Without Religion


I wrote this following an encounter with a woman I saw crying outside of a store. She looked to be in her sixties and was unaccompanied. I worried something had gone wrong, she was lost, injured, etc.

Only upon inquiring, I found out her daughter had died in her sleep some days prior. I offered a hug and it was accepted. But when she asked me what I believe about life after death, I hesitated…