Have a nice day
I hadn't seen any of my co-workers since Ryan's memorial service and had spoken with only a couple of them by telephone. My desk was exactly as it was the day I left, just with an extra layer of dust for me to clear away. My calendar was still tacked on the August page, with all the special days and appointments clearly marked. Pinned to my cube wall was a picture of me taken by a co-worker just two weeks before Ryan's birth. There was even an ultrasound picture and a Doppler recording of his heartbeat still saved on my computer's desktop. A flood of messages came pouring into my work e-mail account - most of them dating back to the beginning of August - inquiring about the status of "Mr. Peanut." And, instead of my greetings being met with waves and smiles, my hello's were met with sorrowful looks of "I'm sorry."
Awkward. Heart-breaking. Frustrating. Sad. Miserable. Lonely. Painful. Tough.
That's how my day was.
1 Comments:
At October 03, 2005 10:34 PM, msfitzita said…
(((HUGS))) I'm so sorry it was so hard...
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