Wednesday at work was a bit of a sad one. We got word that two of our coworkers had passed away. The first one was a security guard that worked in my building and he had a heart attack in the morning. He was in his early 50’s. Then mid-afternoon we got word that another coworker had chest pains and went to the hospital BUT he was okay and back at work (thankfully). Then in the afternoon we got the sad news that a coworker from another department that had also had a heart attack passed away. He’d had a heart attack at the office, coworkers gave him CPR and he went to the hospital to no avail. He was 44. It was a very, very sad day. This all happened in one day, not even a month since the deaths of two other coworkers.
It was pretty sad. All I could think about was the coworker who was only 44 and how he had two teenage daughters. It hit me in a very personal way. It brought up memories of when I was 17 and lost my Grandfather unexpectedly. I was very close to him and it hurt like nothing else ever had. On Wednesday all I could think about were those two girls and how it was almost Thanksgiving. They would forever associate the holiday season with their father’s death.
It made me really stop and think about all the things I have in my life to be thankful for.
I am thankful for my goofy kitties. Even the cry-baby that just hides under the bed. 🙂 Fat Kitty is the most lovable cat I’ve ever met. He’s a snuggling, purring machine!
I am very thankful for my lovely friends! My friends who were there no matter what I weighed, supported me through my weight loss journey, listened to my complaints when it “wasn’t working” and loved me just the same after I lost it all!
I’m thankful that I have such a cool family. It’s a big, Catholic family with lots of cousins, aunts, uncles and second cousins…you name it. Our family is big, close-knit and most of my happy childhood memories involve family parties and functions.
It’s sad that death has to be the reminder of what is important in life. Certainly not calories. Or whether I missed a workout at the gym. Or 5 pounds. So Wednesday night after I tearfully told Michael what happened at work, I told him how much I appreciate him and love him. His response? Feed me alcohol and chocolate. 😉