Life

Generally I like to keep my blog a little upbeat, and thats why I write about things like theme parks and holidays. I figure that unless you are famous no one really cares how horrible your life has been or the struggles you deal with. We accept it from celebrities because it somehow humanizes people we have put on a pedestal. It is unlikely that this post will even get half the number of hits that one of my trip reports. Which is fine for me. I am not writing this to get a swarm of traffic. This post is for both my close friends and my extended network of friends. I feel they deserve an explanation on why I flake out sometimes.

About 9 months ago one of my co-workers passed away, and I have no issue in saying that I still miss her. It is starting to get a little easier though. I realized today that I am no longer in the habit of looking for her car in the parking lot, I haven't had a dream with her in it for a few months, and seeing her name on documents at work no longer makes me want to immediately flip to a new page. However, it is still hard to deal with her passing in other ways. She was by far the closest I have ever been to someone who died. Which of course makes sense. When you work with someone 40 hours a week for almost 2 years there are times that you question who you see more, you co-workers or your family. The topic of death seems more real to me now and as such I have had a harder time dealing with it.