
Good morning friends, It is a beautiful day here today; sunny with a light breeze and it will reach the mid 70s. A gorgeous day to do anything outside so it's gardening for me and I will probably take my algebra outside as well.
Yesterday was a pretty tough day. Three of my co-workers passed away (all unrelated by colleagues I worked closely with.) It was a very tough day: People were sobbing all day, some had anxiety attacks and went into cardiac arrest, the company brought in grief counselors. It was an emotionally exhausting day.
I started thinking about things and what struck me is that we never truly know the impact we've made in someone's life unless the person we've impacted tells us. The kind word, gentle touch, smile, willing laugh, and all of the facets of our personality impact others in a myriad of ways. One of the friends I lost was a vice president of a department I worked closely with. Just Wednesday she asked me to help her with a shawl pattern she was having trouble with. I was so looking forward to the opportunity to get to know her on a more personal level. Her wit, outgoing personality, and sense of fun will be sorely missed.
Tell someone today while you still have the chance, how much they make a difference in your life.
This is so true. I never told my Dad just how much I loved him, and have regretted it since he passed away. I hope everyone heals where you work.
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It will be a while before we heal; the first of the funerals is tomorrow, the other two are Sunday. I've been asked to sing at two of them which always takes a great deal out of me but I do it as an act of love if the family asks.
ReplyDeleteI don't know that I ever told my grandfather how much he meant to me but I hope that he knew.
I am so sorry Paulissa. Three! That's a lot of grief to handle.
ReplyDeleteI am fortunate in as much my mom and I were extremely close. She lived with me for the last few months of her life. It was the hardest thing I have ever went through but also rewarding. Although my Dad didn't have much to do with me growing up, we became close as he grew older. I still miss him, I can remember the softness of the palm of his hand, We would sit on the couch holding hands, when he would come to stay with me and he would tell me stories of his life. I wish I had wrote them down. the poems he wrote, just so many things.
I know your singing will bring comfort to those who are grieving. It is wonderful that you do this for the families.
Iris