Monday, January 28, 2019

It seems I begin many of my blogs by saying, "it's been a long time since I've written...."

I mentioned in the beginning that my blogging is mainly something I do when my work is done at work. It's been a long time since that has been the case.

I started a major project before Christmas which consisted of pulling old files from storage that should have gone to our off-site storage a long time ago, (before I was here to do it). Each, individual file had to be entered into the system as well as the box that each file went into. The storage company picked up my 17, 45 lb. cartons today.

P-A-R-T-Y!

With my exhilaration comes the realization that the work I found to keep myself busy for the past several months is now done and I must find some other project to keep myself occupied after my regular work is done.

Keeping busy is always a good thing, but especially so these past months. I deleted about 12 post-drafts a couple weeks ago...stuff that just couldn't suitably be put into words at the time.


On April 10th, we lost five employees to cut-backs with no, real warning...that was a tough one to witness. One of our UAs transferred to another department May 1st and our department head retired May 15th. The absence of these people has left a big hole, it appears, not to be filled.


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I lost a dear friend here at work. We met late in the Fall and became instant friends. We spent all our breaks together from that day on. She was diagnosed with lung cancer in late March and passed away April 28th, presumably from heart failure, after only three chemo treatments. We knew she wasn't well; we really just didn't have any idea. She was only four months older than me. For as devastated as I have been, her husband and family were just getting used to the idea that Sheila had cancer and what may be ahead for them. To lose her so suddenly...well...who could put that into words?


I do understand the importance of a "visitation" or "Celebration of Life" service perhaps now, more than I ever have. Although Sheila and her husband had lived in the area for nearly two decades, they were originally from New Orleans where much of their family remains and Sheila's body was taken there. There was no local service, no visitation, no obituary, although a memorial mass was to be scheduled for a later date. It was very hard to wrap my head around the fact that she was gone.


Simultaneous with the service being held for her in Louisiana, our department gathered outside. A few words of scripture, a poem read and prayers lifted in behalf of her family who loved her so much. The release of white balloons...tears flowed, hugs shared with folks that maybe we didn't know that well, but the one thing we had in common was knowing Sheila. I gotta say, I felt some better...it was something.


I miss ya', girl. Unjustifiably, I get mad whenever I drive by your parking spot and someone else is in it. I can't see a commercial for "5 for $5.95" or think about a caramel frapaccino without thinking about you...I know how you loved Tuesdays! I miss your laughter, your stories, your recipes and the time we spent together every day at work. You were one of the most thoughtful, loving persons I had ever known and I was honored to have you as my friend.


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Sometimes it's hard to find joy in this life, but my grandkids continue to provide me with an ongoing bounty of love, fun & entertainment. Braedon turned four years old May 10th; Lexi will be seven in September. Lexi just completed her first soccer season. Nothing is funnier than watching a kid chasing her shadow on the soccer field, forgetting that she's supposed to be focused on the soccer ball that just whizzed by her. It's been a blast attending her games and watching her progress as she finally "gets it." She's turned into quite the little soccer player.


Bob is doing fine. Still working at Bass Pro. He seems to have favor there and enjoys it so what's a wife to do?! He sold his Harley a couple months ago. If he's missed it at all, he's sure foolin' me! It was too hot to ride last summer; sweat and sunburn just isn't the fun it used to be...we are definitely comfort people. I think maybe he's ready to move on to some other retirement adventure! We shall see!


As for me, I'm doing the 10-hour days again. I have every Friday, Saturday & Sunday off.


Bob and I are headed to IL this weekend to celebrate Father's Day & be with family. We'll all be attending Destiny Fellowship on Sunday and Dad wants Joyce, Janet and I to sing. I told a friend in an E-mail earlier today that we'll probably be practicing around a sink full of dirty dishes Saturday night...just like old times.


Mom, Dad, Joyce, Janet, Jodie, Jennifer & I are headed to Winter Haven, FL on vacation in July. We know that July is an insane time to go to FL...it was the only time we could ALL go. No husbands, no kids....just Mom, Dad & the girls. Talk about an adventure! We've rented a big house on a lake and Dad's family is only a short distance from there so it will be a reunion of sorts.






My friend, Sheila

Monday, April 28, 2008


I'm not sure when, exactly, we became friends. I'm guessing that her desk is probably about 30 feet from mine. We started taking our breaks together late last summer.


Over the course of the past several months, we have become close. We share our deepest thoughts, our concerns, laughter and tears. We talk about our husbands, children, grandchildren, step-children, sisters, friends, parents, in-laws, out-laws, cooking and our work. We consider our friendship therapy.


Every once in a while she would say, "Did I ever tell you about the time...." and off she'd go on another wonderful story.


We laughed when we exchanged Starbucks gift cards at Christmas time. A couple times, she left a tall cafe mocha on my desk with a note that said, "Happy Monday!" I'm still carrying in my wallet the gift card she gave me for my birthday. The one time we were able to get away for lunch together, she insisted on paying for mine. There was no arguing with her.


She was diagnosed with Stage III, small-cell, inoperable lung cancer on March 25th. Today she died, presumably of heart failure. She had only had three chemo treatments, but was hopeful. She was only 48 years old...four months older than me.



I was doing OK at work until one of her coworkers started packing up her personal belongings from her desk: her pictures, her lunch tote, her giant, insulated water mug. The neon numbers still glowed on her calculator. A note pad and pen lay by her phone as if she'd only stepped away. It was presumed she'd be back when she left to begin treatment. I stood there numb, obviously in the way of the job to be done, surveying the objects on her desk until the hot tears began to sting my face, once again.


What do I do now?


I can't bring her a Carmel Frapuccino, (her Starbucks drink of choice). I'll never get to reciprocate on lunch. I can't mail her the cards I was already beginning to stock-pile to send her while she would go through chemo and radiation. There will be no closure. Although she and her husband moved here 18 years ago, her visitation and funeral will be held in Louisiana. We are all pretty devastated here at work. It's surreal.


I've lost a friend. A relationship that at first was casual and polite, that grew to a bond that I'll cherish forever.

I can't tell you how much I'll miss her and I haven't even really known her that long. My heart breaks for her family. Having been the family of one who has passed on, I can tell you that the pain is seemingly unbearable for a long, long time. Please lift "Sheila's family" in your prayers.