Move your family to the new city next month, or find another job. Hard things are hard. You realize that you cannot postpone the layoffs any longer, and you happen to be the person at the top. Hard things are hard. You know the layoffs are coming, and you happen to be the person at the bottom.
Hard things are hard.
They call you in the middle of the day to say he fell from the monkey bars and you should meet them at the doctor. It is just ten stitches, but hard things are still hard. They call you in the middle of the night to say she finally gave up the struggle. She was eighty-four and ready to go, but hard things are still hard. The treatments burn his mouth, the nursing home hurts her pride, the doctors say no hope about your case, the nurses say no change about your husband, the judge says no parole about your child . . .