Another one. . .

I get to work this morning and get to read an email that a relatively young coworker passed away over the weekend. I had no idea she even had cancer. It was quite a shock. Naturally, the obit talks all about her family and children she left behind. I already had a tiring weekend so I wasn't at my best to begin with. Then we had an early meeting talking about the family's wishes. I could only barely keep myself from breaking down during the meeting.

See, I haven't really told anyone at work about my past. A story like mine isn't one that can be easily digested. Even when given in small doses people never quite get it. Oh sure, they'll act like it and give their condolences, but they're never really get it. So, generally I just don't bother.

So now, I have to decide if I want to go to the wake or services. I really don't. I don't think I can handle it without having to tell everyone. . .Maybe I will.