His death anniversary came and went. It was hard, but made a little easier with some
medications. It was a day of overwhelming
grief and a day of equal and opposite memories and joy. Most of the day spent alone in our space and
part of the day spent with family. It seemed
only right and part of closing the circle the other people that were thrown
into that horrible day (Darren & Jill) had a chance to spend some of that
day together again. The most profound
thing that happened was the young man at work that Skip had developed more than
a coworker relationship but a true mutual admiration, the young man that was
with Skip as he died. I have always been
so grateful that Skip was not alone but with someone he knew and cared deeply
about. This young man called yesterday to check on me, which was so sweet and
kind, he confessed that he had a difficult time of dealing with the fact that
he thought he should have been able to do something. I had totally forgotten what a trauma that
must have been for him, too. I am so
glad he could share that grief and healing that I had no idea had such an
impact on him with me. I did help
continue the healing. And then….this beautiful bouquet of flowers arrived from
my sisters. It is a new day and a new
year.
Auld Lang Syne.....
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