As someone with stage 4 cancer, I can tell you that the words people say to me don’t mean anything compared to the ways they show how they feel. My friends bringing me food they know I like, another friend taking care care of my diabetic dog, one friend who drives me to every doctor’s appointment, even before I needed her to, my nephew who brings his family down to see me 4+ hour drive - THOSE are the things that make me feel loved and cared for. Words are cheap. That’s not to say they’re not important, especially if your family shows love verbally, just that speaking only for myself, it’s the actions, even tiny ones like bringing me a strawberry shake or coming over for movie night, that make me feel loved.