RIP Mr. W...

Day 22.

A friend of mine lost his father a couple of days ago - heart disease-related. I didn't know until I got home from work and looked through yesterday's newspaper. There it was - the obit for Mr. W.; visitation tonight. The interesting thing upon seeing the print is that I always come home from work and change clothes to something more slouchy and comfortable. Tonight I came in, ate a bowl of cereal for dinner and watched the news - all still dressed in a dress and heels. I just felt that I needed to attend the visitation; I know what my dear friend and his family are feeling. I worked with my friend (WW) for 6 years - we started at my former company 1 week apart.

Wondering if I was up for the task, I drove to the church. Entering the church I found other former co-workers and friends! It was like 'home' being around these wonderful friends! I miss them so much! We have a bond that I haven't felt with co-workers in my 'new' job of 2 years. After sharing my sympathy to WW, I began to feel the rush of grief building in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't move forward in the receiving line to WW's mother and other family members; or to Mr. W's casket-side. I stepped out of the line and respectfully made my way out of the church auditorium before I broke into tears. Despite the tears that followed I am glad that I went to.

Rich and I have a date tonight - 10:00pm my time. Skype!