A co-worker asked me,"do you want to walk over to the frozen yogurt place?" "Heck yeah" I gleefully responded, but also glanced at my parents pics as I walked out of my office..........ugh, the last day....
So I love this frozen yogurt place that is walking distance from my downtown office. It's only open from April-September and my favorite part about going in addition to the Frozen treat with sprinkles, is when I first walk out of our office building. We all stop- look up and let the sun hit our face. We all comment how nice it is.....we take our time to walk across the street and over a block to soak up as much sun as possible and to enjoy these few minutes we have... away from the computer. Problem is, the day my parents were killed and when everything was happening, I was getting my frozen yogurt. It was a beautiful sunny April day. I was literally skipping with my co-workers as we headed over there. I remember distinctly thinking what a nice day it was. It was so sunny and warm for an early April day.
I remember returning to my desk, took my last bite of my frozen yogurt, threw the bowl in the trash, started an email and boom.........received the worst call of my life from my Sister.
I still love going to this place, but I have to say, the first time I was asked to go the Summer after they died, it was really difficult. But no one knows this is difficult for me. I go along smiling , trying to be positive and adding to the conversation. But it is really hard. I try to never be a complainer at work. Every day I think about my parents and what they went through and all of the sadness and heartbreak that I carry, but I still try and leave it at the front door before I walk in. I do that because that's who I am but also because I witness the exact opposite at times. Some bring their troubles with them and it does effect everyone's moods and I want to be there for those people if they need help. However, my only hope is that people would sometimes be sensitive. Is that really something to complain about in the grand scheme of things? But, me included, we all complain when in reality it's nothing compared to what others may be faced with. Gosh after you've been threw something so horrific, someone else's bad day doesn't seem all that bad anymore. Is that just terrible? I have always had empathy for others and I still do. I see myself as someone who can put myself in someone else's shoes. I get that from my Mother, but I am struggling in this department lately. Advice? So my parents would probably agree wearing a shirt that says, "c'mon is your day really that bad?" somewhat inappropriate. Agreed.
A co-worker and I were chatting about our babies and talking about Elle's ER visit. But she reminded me, after visiting the Children's hospital in Cincinnati, how lucky we truly are. There are some sick babies out there. Really sick and when I heard some of the stories, I myself almost felt stupid for complaining about my scare. Elle is fine now of course. But in that moment of time, I was scared and I guess in everyone's own world, they define what a bad day is to them. Just always know, someone else in this world is having a more challenging day then you. Maybe that will make us all think twice before complaining to others. I don't know......maybe I've got it all wrong. But something bothered me today and I had to get it out.........And I was thinking of the families that are burying their children this week from the train crash. In talking with my Aunt who is struggling right now with the loss of her niece, it has been such a painful week and it hits too close to home for my Aunt and my cousins. It takes everyone back to April of last year. No one needed another loss. I have prayed for all of the families each and every night of this week. I really feel for them. It's a news story for most. To me, it's a pain, sadness and shock that I can really relate to. And unfortunately this story has stuck with me since I have first heard about it. My Sister and Matt went to the viewing today to support my Aunt and cousins, but also to support Jessica Sadler's family. Jessica, just at 14 years old, was there for us and came to my parents viewing. It brings it all back so fresh like it happened yesterday. The day I was whistling through life, enjoying my Frozen yogurt.
Missing you every day,
Melissa
So I love this frozen yogurt place that is walking distance from my downtown office. It's only open from April-September and my favorite part about going in addition to the Frozen treat with sprinkles, is when I first walk out of our office building. We all stop- look up and let the sun hit our face. We all comment how nice it is.....we take our time to walk across the street and over a block to soak up as much sun as possible and to enjoy these few minutes we have... away from the computer. Problem is, the day my parents were killed and when everything was happening, I was getting my frozen yogurt. It was a beautiful sunny April day. I was literally skipping with my co-workers as we headed over there. I remember distinctly thinking what a nice day it was. It was so sunny and warm for an early April day.
I remember returning to my desk, took my last bite of my frozen yogurt, threw the bowl in the trash, started an email and boom.........received the worst call of my life from my Sister.
I still love going to this place, but I have to say, the first time I was asked to go the Summer after they died, it was really difficult. But no one knows this is difficult for me. I go along smiling , trying to be positive and adding to the conversation. But it is really hard. I try to never be a complainer at work. Every day I think about my parents and what they went through and all of the sadness and heartbreak that I carry, but I still try and leave it at the front door before I walk in. I do that because that's who I am but also because I witness the exact opposite at times. Some bring their troubles with them and it does effect everyone's moods and I want to be there for those people if they need help. However, my only hope is that people would sometimes be sensitive. Is that really something to complain about in the grand scheme of things? But, me included, we all complain when in reality it's nothing compared to what others may be faced with. Gosh after you've been threw something so horrific, someone else's bad day doesn't seem all that bad anymore. Is that just terrible? I have always had empathy for others and I still do. I see myself as someone who can put myself in someone else's shoes. I get that from my Mother, but I am struggling in this department lately. Advice? So my parents would probably agree wearing a shirt that says, "c'mon is your day really that bad?" somewhat inappropriate. Agreed.
A co-worker and I were chatting about our babies and talking about Elle's ER visit. But she reminded me, after visiting the Children's hospital in Cincinnati, how lucky we truly are. There are some sick babies out there. Really sick and when I heard some of the stories, I myself almost felt stupid for complaining about my scare. Elle is fine now of course. But in that moment of time, I was scared and I guess in everyone's own world, they define what a bad day is to them. Just always know, someone else in this world is having a more challenging day then you. Maybe that will make us all think twice before complaining to others. I don't know......maybe I've got it all wrong. But something bothered me today and I had to get it out.........And I was thinking of the families that are burying their children this week from the train crash. In talking with my Aunt who is struggling right now with the loss of her niece, it has been such a painful week and it hits too close to home for my Aunt and my cousins. It takes everyone back to April of last year. No one needed another loss. I have prayed for all of the families each and every night of this week. I really feel for them. It's a news story for most. To me, it's a pain, sadness and shock that I can really relate to. And unfortunately this story has stuck with me since I have first heard about it. My Sister and Matt went to the viewing today to support my Aunt and cousins, but also to support Jessica Sadler's family. Jessica, just at 14 years old, was there for us and came to my parents viewing. It brings it all back so fresh like it happened yesterday. The day I was whistling through life, enjoying my Frozen yogurt.
Missing you every day,
Melissa
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