muddling through
So I'm feeling a bit less sad and nauseous. This has been a strange day. For the first few hours everyone here at work was so quiet. People were talking softly, and most of the conversations I had or overheard were centered around Shirley's death. The majority of my female coworkers were walking around with red, puffy eyes and I'm sure our supply of tissues has dwindled significantly.
Now, several hours after the initial shock I'm hearing bits and pieces of conversations that have nothing to do with Shirley, and once in a while laughter will be heard. The burning in my stomach has decreased and I'm finding it easier to concentrate which is good because we have had a ton of work to do today, go figure!
I found out that the actual cause of Shirley's death was that her colon "burst." I just wish she had gone to the hospital sooner, last week when she first felt ill, and maybe she would still be here with us.
Life will go on, I know. Eventually, maybe weeks from now, a day will go by where I won't hear Shirley's name or see it printed on a sheet of paper. I won't forget her though.
Now, several hours after the initial shock I'm hearing bits and pieces of conversations that have nothing to do with Shirley, and once in a while laughter will be heard. The burning in my stomach has decreased and I'm finding it easier to concentrate which is good because we have had a ton of work to do today, go figure!
I found out that the actual cause of Shirley's death was that her colon "burst." I just wish she had gone to the hospital sooner, last week when she first felt ill, and maybe she would still be here with us.
Life will go on, I know. Eventually, maybe weeks from now, a day will go by where I won't hear Shirley's name or see it printed on a sheet of paper. I won't forget her though.