Yesterday, while scrolling through my Facebook page, I was notified that a person I used to work with had passed away.
It’s been a good four years since I had seen them, but the update of their death put me into shock. For a few years, they knew every aspect of my life. And then, one day, I got a new job and we lost touch. People’s paths take them in different directions and on different journeys.
I’m that person who tells others that we’ll stay in touch and that we’ll get together.
I’m that person who never picks up the phone to make plans because of the uncertainty with my job.
When you work in a funeral home, you understand the importance of putting your family and friends first.
When you work in a funeral home, you become very good at cancelling plans last minute and putting off scheduling again because there’s a chance you’ll have to work.
Since I found out the news, I’ve been thinking of the difference that this person had made in my life. I was young when I had met them. I was often uncertain of myself and my choices; just growing into the woman I’d become. We would sit and talk about my life, my job, and my relationships. When I took my National Board Exams to become a funeral director, this person gave me an angel pin to wear for good luck. I passed those exams, the first time around. When I became engaged, we talked about the plans for the wedding. They spent that day celebrating with me. When I left my job, we talked about my depression and mental issues. They never once judge me for the decisions that I made. Instead, they would listen with an open heart and offer me gentle advice.
Death forces you to stop and take a look at yourself. I may have only worked with this person for a few years out of my entire life, but I am who I am today because I had known them. The conversations we shared helped to shape me into who I am today.
I am a better person, for having had the opportunities to know them.
The would will be a little darker without their light in it.