I've had to deal with death on multiple fronts over the years (a room-mate, a parent, a father-in-law, an aunt, a grandparent, a neighbour...) and know that for the people left behind, the process sort of numbs them. As cliche as it may seem, time does seem to heel.
this week though, our work place was struck with a tough one when our admin assistant - just returned from maternity leave - suffered the death of her 20 month old son on the Saturday of Easter weekend (last Sat). Still no answers why a fevered toddler, at a hospital, would pass away suddenly. Of course we are all shocked and devastated - but I am consumed with thinking about how she is going to go on from this. The funeral is today. It's going to be a mess.
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You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey
And I never saw someone say that before
You held my hand and we walked home the long way
You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr
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