No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
~Euripides
Yesterday my coworker and her husband tragically died in a car wreck. Their 3 year old daughter survived. Everything has changed; for that little girl, for their families, for us, her friends & coworkers. We are in a state of grief. But, life goes on. I have to go back to work tomorrow. I have to help customers, count pills, talk to people about insurance and all the while knowing that I will never see Michelle again.
I am a very emotional person. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I was always told and forced to believe that it was a shameful thing. But, I cannot help the way I react. I have always been a sensitive soul; often caring 'too' much. I would beat myself up over reacting emotionally. When I was going through my divorce I had a great therapist. I cried my eyes out in her office and I found myself apologizing, as usual, for my emotional state. She stopped me and said that being emotional doesn't have to be a bad thing. Caring and showing true compassion isn't something to be embarrassed about. When she told me this, it took me a bit to digest it and fully understand what she had said to me. Once it sunk in, I felt this weight lifted off of my chest. I was no longer ashamed of my tears and my reactions to things. I cry freely when I am happy, sad or mad. It is just who I am.
This weekend, however, I have been stunted. I really am sad and I almost feel I have to apologize for my unresponsiveness. I think I am still in shock... maybe even in a bit of denial. I have lost people that were very close and dear to me and though I was upset and sad, I knew their death was impending. Michelle's death is all I have been thinking about for the past 24 hours. I cannot even get the image or thought to leave my mind for more than a few minutes at a time. I have cried, but more so, I have caught myself staring off into space and thinking about her and her child. Her beautiful miniature version of herself. She is so innocent and sweet and she now has to grow up without her mommy and daddy. My boyfriend told me that I shouldn't let it upset me so. That there was nothing I could have or can do to change the situation.
Tuesday is the visitation for Michelle and her husband. My pharmacist is getting our shifts covered so we can all go. We are a family. I truly love and care for my coworkers. And now, life goes on. We go back to normal and try to get someone to fill the gaps in the schedule. Take the calls intended for Michelle and just continue.











