I don't know what to tell him.
'I'm sorry for your loss' seems too cliché.
'I'm there if you need me' isn't true; we haven't talked since we were nine and playing Red Rover.
'Losing a father must be hard' seems so obvious that it's insulting.
The school bus pulls in, a familiar grunt escaping from the battered engine as it halts.
'I'm sorry that you are forced to ride the same bus that we've been riding for five years to go home to a place that must no longer feel like home at all'?
But I say nothing.
This, unfortunately, has been a situation I've been in before. One of my friends from my early childhood lost a parent, and although we didn't speak anymore, I always wanted to offer him sort of consolation. I simply could never find the appropriate words to do so.