T has worked at the hospital for years….and we have never been on great terms. It’s not that we quarreled or had bad words, just that I felt she didn’t find me to her taste. When we pass in the hall, we nod and smile…but the smiles never seem to reach our eyes.
Today she was just turning the corner as I came into the building, and I headed toward the doctor’s lounge. As I reached for the door, she suddenly turned to me and said “you know, I’m sorry to say that we are both members of a club that no one wants to join….”
I didn’t know that she had also lost her son at a too-young age, and we talked about how (as I recently told dear friend Susan who just lost her dad): “People say things like “Time heals all wounds’…but that is bullshit….!” We commiserated there in the hall for a bit, shared how our sons were our first thoughts in the morning, and the last as we crawl into bed, and then she took me in her arms and hugged me.
I am eternally grateful that she reached out (both figuratively and literally) to me.
But I would rather we could both rescind our membership in that particular club…..
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