One of my favorites died over the weekend. Her face always lit up when I walked into the shop and she would say "Hi Mary!" as if she was waiting all day for me to come in and now that I had, her day was complete. I am sure she treated everyone that way, but you would never know it, because you just felt so special because of the way she treated you.
I had planned to attend her funeral tomorrow. But something else I absolutely must attend was scheduled at the same time. So, instead of doing what I should be doing and being at my friend's funeral, I will be sitting in a stinky conference room discussing an event that I have a hard time talking about without crying, and I will sit there and calmly dissect the event like I am a robot. I will write it up and analyze it and talk to people about what we can do better, and how we are not going to have this happen again, etc.
Tonight I went over to my neighbor's. I should have known not to do this. She is moving. It is their last night in their house. As I left, she hugged me and thanked me for all that I have done for her (not that it was anything that wasn't a pleasure for me), and there were the waterworks again. He husband found me a Kleenex and I got the heck out of there.
I am sad tonight about a couple of losses. I know that tomorrow it will seem different. But tonight, it feels so sad.
Good bye Erma. You were a one of a kind. They don't make 'em like you anymore. I will miss you terribly.