Words can be less than useless sometimes. A few cliched condolences tapped into a mobile phone, by a stranger such as myself, on the other side of the world? No matter how well meaning, what are they really? Less than useless, like I say.
The worst of it, is that words - those same time worn condolences - are as much as most of us have to offerat these times.
They don't say enough, though. They don't even begin to express how your story and the simple, unadorned dignity of your family has affected me. By the look of it, I'm not alone either.
This is the bit where I say God bless and my prayers are with you and all the rest of those sincere but useless words. I'd love to be able to say more but, as I write this, it occurs to me that the reason that my words aren't eloquent enough is because words alone, just aren't ever enough.
I think it doesn't matter, their source, a dear friend or a stranger on the internet - their words are possibly all the one to some extent without positive actions alongside; consequences or effects thereafter.
In your first post, you asked about people's bucket lists. You might not have even recognised it but it was a very generous thing to do. I didn't reply because well, I didn't have one, really (not since the Aguerooo moment, anyway). I've thought of something now though.
For whatever it's worth, you have inspired me to try to love and cherish my own wife and family all the more. Not the most outrageous bucket list addition, admittedly. I'm not even sure that it qualifies as one, in fact. It is a small something though - an effect to accompany the words, so to speak. It would seem obvious to anyone who has read this thread that I'm not the only one that you and your family have inspired in this way and I really do hope that that fact brings you a little ease at what must be a very difficult time.