Odd, what some people say when offering their condolences. In an attempt to say something meaningful, they stumble out what they think is kind and well-intentioned but sounds rude instead. At my mother’s funeral, one stark comment that stayed with me was, “You’re getting good at this.” Good at this? What did that mean? Losing my family? Managing a funeral? Penning eulogies? I would rather be good at anything else but this . I know those who said this to me did not mean it to be rude, so instead of being offended, I try to understand why they think I am “ good at this .” I was in my early 30’s when my grandfather was dying from cancer. In their grief, my grandmother, mother, and aunt hadn’t thought about getting him a priest to give him “Anointing of the Sick,” what non-Catholics like to call Last Rites. I called my mother’s parish priest and he came immediately. My grandfather died soon after. I like to think he found comfort in this rite. A few years later, I did the s