Today, a co-worker pasted away. She was 87 and had been battling cancer for over a year. The surprising part is that she didn’t die from the cancer, she died from a massive stroke. She was the longest-running employee of my company, having been here since the beginning. I feel a sense of great lose, even thought I knew only a little about her life. I knew she was jewish. I knew she had grown children. I knew her husband was a doctor. I also found out that she was not ready to die.
Dying is a scary thought for most of us to grasp. Reaching the end of our existence. Is there life beyond death? Is this really the end? Did I do everything that I wanted to do? Will anyone miss me?
I knew a boy in high school that battled with depression and was bi-polar. He took his own life at the age of 19. I still think about him from time to time. How strange he seemed? I remember wondering why he was “so” different. People are often misunderstood in life.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…I will remember you, Jackie. Wherever you are now, you are missed. And you are remembered.
Brandi
