I saw the train coming right at her. Not a real train, but the figurative kind...the horrible, terrible, emotional, grief train. I prayed that it would get turned down another line by a last minute switch on the track. And I told her I wished for the best...but I also warned her that if it hit her it would hurt like hell. She stopped talking to me.
Now I am waiting for confirmation that the train did strike her (and her sweet baby girl).
And I feel as though I am going to vomit.
You can't cushion the blow. For anyone. No matter how much you want to...no matter how much you try. Some nameless/faceless conductor makes the decision whether to miss you or run you over. You can scream into the roar as it comes barrelling down the track, but it does no good.
The best you can hope is that it doesn't kill you.