Monday was a bad day. I missed my Grandma so much. Fortunately, I was home, because I refused to drive up my icy hilly neighborhood.
Tuesday, I had a doctors appointment at my job. I saw the nurse practitioner and cried about my Grandma as I asked her for different meds, Zoloft isn’t doing it anymore. She assured me she that I’m ok, and it’s still ok to grieve. She gave me the number of a counselor. I’ll try it again. I know I need to.
At lunch, my managed peeked her head into the break room, and was trying to rearrange the evening assignments. I knew, right then, something bad happened.
My coworker and friend, T, texted me that her Grandma passed. I found her in the office and just hugged her, cried with her, and told her she knows I’m here 24/7 for her.
Went home and slept. Now, I’m up. Need to sleep because I have to work.
I’m just so sad for T. I went through it, and I’m still going through it. Her journey is just beginning.
Grandma, I hope you have a new friend up there now. T and I think you two will be besties. Til we meet again!