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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2015 23:35:28 GMT -1
A dear colleague and friend died suddenly on Christmas Day. Her one remaining family member broke the news to us when we got back from the Festive break on Monday morning.
She'd been taken ill in the office back in October and has been on sick leave since.
This lovely lady lived a good and vibrant life in the music industry and took best care of herself: a youthful, lovely and very sprightly lady in her 60s, but yet suddenly stricken with a very aggressive disease.
The younger ones in my team are all shell-shocked and teary. We older ones are the same-- but have, through experience, learned the hard lesson about how very random it all is.
That there's NO meaning, there's NO God's masterplan, there's NO reward for living well and doing right by everyone---other than that we all keep the best of people in our hearts.
Hollow comfort, indeed.
Funeral tomorrow. I need to be strong for the younger ones, but sometimes, you know, I just wanna break down and cry.
Trying to be grown-up. Failing.
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Post by notanimby on Jan 8, 2015 7:54:37 GMT -1
A dear colleague and friend died suddenly on Christmas Day. Her one remaining family member broke the news to us when we got back from the Festive break on Monday morning. She'd been taken ill in the office back in October and has been on sick leave since. This lovely lady lived a good and vibrant life in the music industry and took best care of herself: a youthful, lovely and very sprightly lady in her 60s, but yet suddenly stricken with a very aggressive disease. The younger ones in my team are all shell-shocked and teary. We older ones are the same-- but have, through experience, learned the hard lesson about how very random it all is. That there's NO meaning, there's NO God's masterplan, there's NO reward for living well and doing right by everyone---other than that we all keep the best of people in our hearts. Hollow comfort, indeed. Funeral tomorrow. I need to be strong for the younger ones, but sometimes, you know, I just wanna break down and cry. Trying to be grown-up. Failing. ach
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Post by bormes on Jan 8, 2015 9:51:12 GMT -1
Lovely words my friend, thoughtful and eloquent, I am sure her friends and family value your empathy.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 21:05:40 GMT -1
Ach, indeed, Nota.
It'd be the norm, probably, that most companies would be represented by a couple of senior staff members if that-- but every single member of my team freely chose to come to the funeral yesterday: the majority in their 20s or early 30s, the youngest only 21.
Such was their regard for Sandra, a lovely, kind caring woman, such a character.
A difficult day yesterday. We were all so shocked at how an illness can take a person so quickly and just so upset for her suffering latterly.
Sandra loved to spend as much time as possible in the South of France. For that reason I'd railed against the accepted 'etiquette' that funeral flowers should be in muted colours, so I chose our floral tribute in the brightest, most vibrant colours of Provence (and I was anxious about that, had I done the right thing... was it a bit too maverick or in any way disrespectful?)
The strangest thing happened though: as we all listened to the eulogy at Clydebank Crem and sang hymns none of us knew, there was a brief and rare break in the usual grim January weather: the sun broke bright warm winter rays through the windows and the skies cleared into the most vibrant blue.
I was reminded (yet again) to make sure my loved ones know how much I love them in the here and now.
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