I got word last night that my BBW manager passed away Saturday evening. Whenever you get news like this, there is always such a mix of emotion. There's the disbelief that the person is truly gone. There's anger that the person was taken so young. And there's sadness over the fact that you will never see this person again, this person who was an important part of your life.
We will all have constant reminders of her, as we will continue to run our store in the same way she did. And it will be hard to walk into the store and not expect her to come walking out of the back room. Luckily, we have all been working there for several years, and we are very close, so we will be able to close ranks and support each other through it. However, that doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye.
I am definitely sick of saying goodbye to people who are gone way before their time. In the past eight years, since I came home from college, I have lost people in their teens and twenties and thirties to car accidents, house fires, and cancer. Most of them have been lost to cancer. Every time I hear of another person being diagnosed with this awful disease, I am reminded of those who went before them and hopeful for a different outcome. And while there are certainly miracles, it has been a while since I have seen one. Part of the reason I went to nursing school is so that I could help make miracles happen. I am only sorry that I couldn't do that in this case.
Rest in peace, Chief. We will miss you...