Five Stages


Normally, I’d make a smart comment about the meme above, but I can’t. Not today.

Yesterday, I walked into work and saw some fliers hanging near the time clock. I thought it was an announcement for a picnic or baseball game or the like.

I was wrong. It was an obituary. For one of my coworkers.

It was for Dennis. I knew he’d been out sick, but I didn’t think it was serious. Apparently, he had a lung mass that was malignant and terminal.

He passed away peacefully, his family surrounding him, on Monday. He had just turned 74.

I’m broken. I’m utterly broken over this. The last time I saw him, he was fine. He was as sarcastic as ever. But now…

Honestly, I’m crying. It’s not fair. Life just isn’t fair. I know we can’t decide how or when we leave this life, but did the Universe have to choose this?

I think I’ll snuggle with my husband and our cat. Maybe things will be better with them.

To all my friends: I love you. Don’t forget that.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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2 Responses to Five Stages

  1. DeviceDude says:

    I love you too Silverwynde. May your co-worker rest in peace.


    Liked by 1 person

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