I hate to be "that guy," but here I am posting in here again.
A cashier at my job just past away the other night due to complications of liver cancer. This shocked everyone to the core, seeing as she appeared to be just fine prior to her leave of absence two weeks prior...just her cheerful, likable self. Us coworkers were just made known of her diagnosis a week prior, only to be alerted to her death Sunday night.
Death is a frightening thing, and you never know where it lurks. Like my coworker, no one expected my brother to check into the hospital for a routine dialysis site declotting and never coming home—having died from a subarachnoid hemmorhage days later, at 2:05 PM on May 17, 2014. Scary. ****.
It really makes one want to drop all the BS and be nice to one another for once, huh? Grief can be *****, and there's six stages of it. I, myself, am still experiencing it. Of the six stages, regret, or bargaining, is the worst. I regret not being able to help my brother in any way, shape, or form, and I regret not speaking to my coworker with so much as a simple greeting. I'm am not afraid of dying, but losing someone is easily my Achilles' heel. I wouldn't wish losing someone close to a person on my worst enemy.
A cashier at my job just past away the other night due to complications of liver cancer. This shocked everyone to the core, seeing as she appeared to be just fine prior to her leave of absence two weeks prior...just her cheerful, likable self. Us coworkers were just made known of her diagnosis a week prior, only to be alerted to her death Sunday night.
Death is a frightening thing, and you never know where it lurks. Like my coworker, no one expected my brother to check into the hospital for a routine dialysis site declotting and never coming home—having died from a subarachnoid hemmorhage days later, at 2:05 PM on May 17, 2014. Scary. ****.
It really makes one want to drop all the BS and be nice to one another for once, huh? Grief can be *****, and there's six stages of it. I, myself, am still experiencing it. Of the six stages, regret, or bargaining, is the worst. I regret not being able to help my brother in any way, shape, or form, and I regret not speaking to my coworker with so much as a simple greeting. I'm am not afraid of dying, but losing someone is easily my Achilles' heel. I wouldn't wish losing someone close to a person on my worst enemy.