Words of condolence | Autumn versus winter | More fitting names
Polly Hudson writes about how people don’t know what to say to the bereaved (26 August). Trust me, the bereaved don’t either. My parents died in a car crash. I watched people sheer away in absolute mind-numbing embarrassment, not because they didn’t care, but because they were afraid they would make it worse. Well, you can’t make it worse, trust me. And we’re not looking for poetry. A simple “I’m sorry for your loss” is perfect.Isobel CassidyArdtrasna, County Sligo, Ireland
It seems appropriate to write about grief following a bereavement to thank the fellow Guardian letter writers who have contacted me via the letters editor. Their kind words have really helped me over the last few weeks, and are read and reread on a regular basis. Ian GrieveGordon Bennett, Llangollen canal
My husband, Bob, who died in 2017 from motor neurone disease 20 months after diagnosis, said he found that people who asked “How are you today?” were aware that some days are less shit than others.Helen KeatsBrighstone, Isle of Wight
Autumn is a wonderful season, but it’s even better in the bleak midwinter (Letters, 31 August). Andrew CarrollCastletimon, County Wicklow, Ireland
I used to resist the temptation to read any letter about nominative determinism. Now I just give in.Peter CaveIlkeston, Derbyshire
Is it not time to stop this correspondence?Roger BrakeShaftesbury, Dorset
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