In the 2 seconds it takes to say the words, I can't proceed, I was reminded of a familiar feeling—one I'm embarrassed I'd forgotten. The one where you remember you know nothing about being sad. The one where you turn and face the galaxy of despair with your small, new star of grief. Oh, it is nothing. Nothing.
It's good to face devastation with gratitude. It's a practice of love & faith.
But, just not the kind of thankfulness that says, It could be worse. Because it is worse. Worse and worse. Unimaginable and worse for some one. Somewhere.
And, again, there must be something Godly in learning how to grieve. To mourn with those who mourn.