Pita Thoughts

The scattered thoughts of a mind trying to remain open is a seemingly closed world.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Trying again........

I want to start writing again, but seem to have a permanent writer's block.  Do you have to be an actual writer to have writer's block??

Today is a sad day.  One of the owners of the company passed away from cancer and today is the funeral.  I didn't know him very well, only worked with him a handful of times and I have to admit, he wasn't my favorite doctor with whom to work.  He seemed arrogant and rude at times.  I read his obituary and realized there was so much more to the man and I wish I had gotten to know him better.  He really did not know me either, I guess that is just what working relationships are about.  Once we walk out of the building, we have no idea what the others are doing...and most of the time, many would have to admit, we really do not care.

I opted not to go to the wake or the funeral.  I have a hard time being around everyone, I become overwhelmed by the grief.  I am sure some would find me selfish, but I believe everyone should be able to mourn in his or her own way.  The sadness of what has happened has struck me hard and I have cried my way to and from work many times since learning of his illness.  I need to mourn alone, learn to accept what can not be changed and pray that his family finds the strength to move on and flourish without him.  My heart aches for his children.....I can not imagine losing my Mom, even now as an adult.

The weather today matches the somber mood brought on by the tragic loss of Dr. Hughes.  It is raining and windy and generally miserable.  The rain will continue the rest of the week.  Possibly the sadness of all those affected by this tragedy had manifested into this storm.  I realize it may have rained no matter the circumstances, but I am hoping when the sun finally does shine again, it will light the way to healing for everyone.

Rest in Peace Michael Hughes.  I know your spirit will watch over your children and I pray they will always make you the proud father I saw when you were with them.