As you may be aware, I rarely mention work here, for a variety of reasons. Anyway, by way of set up, for those who don’t know, I work in a group home with four adults who have mental retardation/developmental disabilities. I’ve been there for (exactly!) seven years, during which time the folks I work with have become, quite literally, like family to me.
Yesterday, after spending an hour and a half shoveling ice and snow just to get my car dug out, I had pretty much decided that I was going to have to call and excuse myself from Thursday’s staff meeting. Later, after another 2 or 3 hours with the shovel, getting the sidewalk cleared and getting my neighbor’s car dug out, I was greeted when I came in by my answering machine flashing that I had a message. Hopeful, I played the message; sure enough, it was my boss; due to the weather, Thursday’s meeting was canceled. Hooray!
Then, a few hours later I get a call from my boss’s boss. Instinctively, I know this can’t be good. Her voice choked with emotion, she tells me that one of my people from work passed away at home tonight.
Like anyone in healthcare or social work, I was aware of the inevitability of this day, but I don’t think you can ever truly be prepared, especially when it’s totally unexpected like this.
Right now I feel like I’m still in shock, one thing’s for sure, it’s going to be a long and sad weekend at work this week.