Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
Acheivement unlocked: alll packages wrapped! How about you?
This day of the Advent season is like a hurdle I must get over, especially getting past 1:30PM for that is the time I got the phone call that changed my life. I was sitting in my direct report's office when the receptionist paged me. Asking her permission, I picked up her phone and dialed in and was told a policeman was trying to reach me. I took the call, found out Frank had been taken to the hospital and was given a number to call the doctor. My direct report ran to tell my boss that something was wrong and he arrived as I was dialing the hospital. That poor, harassed doctor tried very hard not to break the news to me on the phone that day, but I was too persistent and she couldn't answer my very logical questions and when I said to her half in jest "Doctor, are you trying not to tell me that my husband is dead?!".... well she had no choice but to answer that question. Thirteen years, three jobs and two apartments ago -- and I can still see that moment etched in my minds eye, the ice-cold flood of shock, looking at my boss as his eyebrows flew up as I quietly said "he's dead?" and she kept on talking about what happened and apologizing for blurting it out like that.... and then it is all a blur. I only remember vignettes of what happned afterwards, leaving work and driving to the hospital, calling the kids, arranging the funeral, the funeral home [how surprised the staff was that I wanted them to play Christmas carols -- but Frank so loved Christmas music], how I got through the holidays [and how grateful I was that we hadn't put up the tree yet], the next few weeks just all blur together.
Oh, I get ready for the holidays. I do my shopping. I play Christmas carols. I go to office parties. I make plans. I take vacation. I travel. I even decorate and wrap. But I cannot say that I am in the Christmas spirit, I cannot move on, until I can get past that memory.
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