I know this lady. Husband dies a month just before their 22nd anniversary. I can imagine the pain and loss and the shock of having to rejoin the workforce. At the same time, you have sympathetic souls who keep telling her that it will all be ok, she still has them.
My question is this. When she’s in bed alone, the same bed she used to share with the love of her life, are you there? Who makes her feel better at the end of the day? Ms You-Have-Us-At-Work?
I admit I was one of them.
“Oh, you’re strong enough, this will pass.”
Then it hit me. She is alone now. We all are. No matter who you are or how you’re connected, you will always be alone.
Not to sound like some emo kid brimming with angst, this is the fact of life. The sooner you accept that you can’t count on anyone but yourself, the less disappointed you will be.
