Yesterday at work my coworker, my friend, got a call that her mom died. I've never been present when somebody has received that news. It was a very numbing moment. Death is a very real occurrence, but we don't seem to realize its power until the moment it has influence in our lives.
Her mother's death was not expected. She was going in for a hip replacement surgery and there were complications with her blood pressure. And then she was gone.
The rally of friends in the office immediately at her desk warmed my heart. She was surrounded by us. She was hugged and assured of our love for her. Our friend is usually a little scattered so we are used to asking if she has her phone and her keys. This time, it was a loving inquiry rather than a teasing moment so we could send her home to give the news to her family and make their travel plans.
For the rest of the day I found myself pondering. We all live. We all die. Our births are mostly the same. Our deaths come in many different ways. It seems that those who love us and are left behind are never completely whole.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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That is so sad! =(
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