I suppose it’s true — you know — that there’s a season for everything.
I came to work today, already stressed about a huge project that’s been giving me trouble since last week, then got the call that put everything in perspective. One of my co-workers at our PA location died. In her sleep. Early diagnosis is that she had a heart-attack in her sleep. She was 32 years old, apparently healthy.
How does a person reconcile that? Death at such an early age. Death when there was no visible sign of ill-health. Then there’s the life. No family other than an 82 year old aunt and a close friend. Work was very important to her, but was that enough? Some things that seemed important at the start of my day faded away after that call.
The day’s pretty much gone by in a haze. I want to go home and curl up with some chocolate and maybe knit, or read a book or just be quiet.
What has been on my mind since I got the news, is how to make my life more true, more santified, more consistent, more enjoyable, more loving, more kind, more well-lived. It’s a tall order, but since I don’t know when my end is, now’s a great time to make some changes.
RIP Rebecca.
D'NALI 