There’s really not much you can say.
No words make a person actually feel better. It helps them know you care, but they probably already know that.
For some though, that clock never stops, the time to relief and acceptance goes on forever … the hands continue to turn, every minute as painful as the last.
For those who lost someone or were in anyway a part of what happened in Las Vegas, that’s all we can offer you: the suggestion that in time, maybe you’ll feel better.
But we can’t promise that’s true.
Those who don’t, know someone who knows someone. For having such a big heart, Las Vegas is really that small a city.
The office was a different place the next day we gathered in it. It still felt like the same warm, new office we just moved into, but it had a strange sense of being part of a different world. It was like returning to your childhood home or neighborhood after a family member or old friend dies. You recognize it, but the context of your being there makes it slightly foreign, almost as if you don’t belong.
These feelings have nothing to do with our agents or staff or friends who come visit. It had everything to do with the context of the world around us now. Suddenly, Las Vegas is home to a new, awful national milestone.
We’re used to things like world-renowned chefs and events and entertainers and marvels of architecture, not things macabre and saddening. This isn’t the news we want to be part of.
As a company and a representative of CENTURY 21, we’ll do whatever we’re called upon to do to help the situation. Volunteer. Donate. Be present. It’s the least we can do for a city that’s been so great for us.
But we sure wish we didn’t have a reason to do any of it.