what do you say to a woman who’s lost her son?

i mean... he’s not dead... but in prison... for a crime that even the judge knew he didn’t commit... how do i look at his daughter and smile, knowing that she hasn’t seen her daddy in 2 weeks and has no idea where he is, except that he’s ‘away’... and he’ll be away for at least 3 more months until the appeal...

encouragement is my gift... it kills me to see people suffer... if i’ve never met you or spoken to you before, i’ll go out of my way to help you if possible... to encourage when no one else is encouraging... to comfort when everyone else is pretending like nothing is wrong...

but what do i do now? i can’t just speak to her like i know what she’s going through... i’m in my twenties... i’ve never had a son... let alone lost one... why did God put this on my plate when i’m so powerless to help?