Then there’s the others


It’s easy to become preoccupied with my own thoughts.  The kids try their best to understand what I’m going through, and I try to understand what they are going through.  We all agree each of us has our own challenges and sorrows.  There are times though when I get so angry at how insensitive people can be, and frustrated too, because I am powerless to change it.

Today was a classic example.  My sons live a distance from me, consequently I don’t see them too frequently.  My daughter I see almost every day.  As a result I feel pretty in tune with her state of mind; not so much with my sons.  I know that as Christmas approaches they are all reflecting on the enormity of the loss, their loss, and my heart breaks for them.

Today, one of my sons sent me a message that almost made me cry. He has a co-worker going through a similar situation, a bit more prolonged of an illness than Kevin’s (my husband and his father) was, but with the same eventuality – death is looming near.  Consider how hard that atmosphere would be to someone already grieving.  It’s a very small office, five or six employees, and my son has to go to work every day and every day all the talk is about is death and dying.  I imagine that it’s like someone constantly picking the scab off a cut that is trying to heal.

He can’t escape from the dark clouds that hover in his workplace, and like most people who haven’t lost anyone near and dear, these coworkers seem to have a morbid fascination about talking about it.  Can you just feel the knife twisting over and over – my son just can’t avoid it.  And he’s surrounded by people who think they “know” what it’s like. That’s been his norm since his dad died; closing in on nine months.  Then today, the co-worker brought in some treats, treats for everyone but my son.  No biggie, if it is handled properly, but it wasn’t.  It became a joke around the office – I have to shake my head in disbelief.  Whatever happened to empathy?  Would it be funny if it was one of them left out?

So, what did I tell my son after he shared this story?  I told him to handle his “funny” coworkers like his father would have.  And how would that be?  Fairly directly as well as explicitly. It would go very much like this, “F*ck you, assholes,” and it would have been delivered with passion and emphasis and straight in the eye. The thing about Kevin was, he didn’t fear words, they are only ordered letters after all – it was the delivery that mattered.

Long ago, when the kids were small Kevin had told me that some things you can trust a school to teach, but other things needed to be taught at home. There was no way his kids were ever going to learn to swear at school, he’d teach them himself at home.  Funny thing though, he’d tell the kids it was okay to swear but just never around me.  I actually bought into it too, and was shocked to find out that they were all quite colourful in their language.

After hearing my son’s story today, I’m glad that his father gave him the ability to express himself. I am also glad that I gave him the filters to know what is appropriate and what isn’t, because I know that he is just too polite a young man to ever “handle” the situation like his father would have.  My son did see the humour in my advice as well as recognize the honesty.

Kevin was one of a kind, and together we raised very good kids.

 

 

 

 

2 comments on “Then there’s the others

  1. Hi it’s kevin way. I know this Christmas will suck for you. I check your blog literally every day. So I have a sense of where you’re at. I would be remiss if I didn’t invite you to Christmas Eve. I so loved when you and kev came. Anyway the invitation is there. I understand you prob won’t vine but wanted to include you. 24 Andrea crescent. Be good to yourself. Tried the email I had for you both but didn’t work. Kevin

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    • Hi Kevin. Thank you so much for the invitation, it does mean a lot to know the doors are still open. This year we are staying close to home and trying to create the new way forward. Don’t know what that will be but regardless it has to be. I wish you and Pauline and the whole clan a lovely Christmas.

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