Some co-workers and I try to plan a happy hour get together after work at least once a month. At times the plans are spoken of, but because we are so exhausted, some times our spoken words are all that happen. Well this afternoon we did actually make it a point to meet up, with everything that is going on with the company, we needed a free zone to vent. Thankfully the work bitch session only lasted about a half hour, the rest of the time we were being flattered by a few guys in suits and ties paying more attention to our table then to the food placed before them. 🙂
After chatting it up with them for a bit, they finally realized that we were all taken and moved on to another girlie-table. The restaurant we usually go to now is called Kona Grill. It has a pretty good, laid back atmosphere. Happy hour drinks and food are reasonable and a good selection. Also, the route back to the freeway is pretty much a straight shot, no chance, well, minimal chance of me getting lost. Trust me, my navigation skills suck! My daughter always references my mapping abilities to someone who gets lost going in a circle. She’s right, I would, I do and I have. It’s a somewhat stressful time when I know there is a round-about that I have to use. Lol… have actually got stuck using one before, I think we did about 4 rotations before I managed to get the hell off of it and still, ended up going the opposite direction of where I needed to go. All I can say is thank goodness for side streets and GPS. Yay mappers.
As life continues to grow into a beautiful creation that I have been honored to be a part of, I also know how fast life can come to an end. It’s end result is nothing less than a devastating blow to all who are intimately involved. Again my close circle of friends has lost a member. In our time she was and will always be remembered as a fun loving, vibrant, fiercely loving friend, to all who knew her. Her love of family and of her husband (who died just 3 years ago) was not a hidden fact, she spoke of them constantly and the glow of her pride for them was extremely evident. I can only hope and pray that her family knows how much she was loved by all of us, not just her immediate circle. With that being said, Shirley, may you rest in peace my friend, continue dancing your way into the arms of John, I know he is there waiting for you.
I understand that death is forever. There is no wishing on a magical star to bring your loved one back, there is no magic potion for that. The only gift of grief we have is the memories that creep into our hearts at the most needed of times. To believe that being with them at the most anguishing time is one that I have felt myself, personally. I have gone through the mind set that my happiness was over and the only way to feel it again was to be with my loved one, at that moment. Yes, suicide is something that I had contemplated and as I sit here breathing, listening to some music and typing on a keyboard, I thank a very dear friend for saving me when I had no worth in myself to save.