Short-lived
A friend of mine from work passed away last night. It wasn't much of a shock when our boss gathered us into his office a little while ago and told us, at least not to me. She had been sick for a long time and deep in my heart, I knew it was only a matter of time. The chemo had weakened her system so much that her heart simply gave out and they could not revive her.
I did not know her very well, but I believed her to be my friend. During the summer when work was slow (or sometimes non-existent), I would walk into her cubicle and we would just talk and talk. She would tell me stories of when she was my age and how crazy she used to be 'back then'. I always loved talking to her, because despite her obvious pain and discomfort, she was such a lively and funny person. Once, she invited Andres and I to a Fish Fry and seeing her with her family, and her three grandsons, made me appreciate her even moreso.
I had a dream of her the other night, in which I was walking past her cubicle which has been empty for a little over two weeks since she was rushed to the hospital then, but all of her pictures and personal belongings were still there, as they are now. I kept wondering what was going to happen to all of her stuff, who would take it all to her? Selfishly, I wanted all of it to stay, because I knew, even in my dreams, that she wouldn't be coming back.
I am going to miss her.
I got some potential bad news from our doctor yesterday about the baby. I don't want to say what she told me just yet, in case it turns out to be nothing, but my stomach has been in knots. I have to go get more blood drawn at my next visit, which is in two weeks. I am so scared that our happiness will be short-lived.
I did not know her very well, but I believed her to be my friend. During the summer when work was slow (or sometimes non-existent), I would walk into her cubicle and we would just talk and talk. She would tell me stories of when she was my age and how crazy she used to be 'back then'. I always loved talking to her, because despite her obvious pain and discomfort, she was such a lively and funny person. Once, she invited Andres and I to a Fish Fry and seeing her with her family, and her three grandsons, made me appreciate her even moreso.
I had a dream of her the other night, in which I was walking past her cubicle which has been empty for a little over two weeks since she was rushed to the hospital then, but all of her pictures and personal belongings were still there, as they are now. I kept wondering what was going to happen to all of her stuff, who would take it all to her? Selfishly, I wanted all of it to stay, because I knew, even in my dreams, that she wouldn't be coming back.
I am going to miss her.
I got some potential bad news from our doctor yesterday about the baby. I don't want to say what she told me just yet, in case it turns out to be nothing, but my stomach has been in knots. I have to go get more blood drawn at my next visit, which is in two weeks. I am so scared that our happiness will be short-lived.