Pat on the Back
I did a lot of thinking this morning on the way in to work today. It's amazing how a 20 minute drive can be filled with such a flurry of thoughts, or some mindless morning talk radio. Today is my last day of work for this school year. It's two years now that I have worked here. Two years since a fragile, new widow walked through the door of this place. I remember walking in, tears stinging my eyes, thinking these people will never know me as "Michael's wife". It was profound to me; meeting 60 people at once, and so soon after, who only knew me as a widow. It has been two years that I have known these co-workers, many of whom I now call friend. Two years. I think the woman who walked through those doors is in many ways the same woman I have always been and yet simultaneously a completely different person. Looking back, I think I was just functioning in those early days. Putting one foot in front of the other, as people te...