This morning was the funeral of my good friend, Russ Lynn. And, as stated previously, I do NOT do well at viewings and funerals....I come apart, crying, quite easily. So today, as I approached the Church for Mass, I was looking for someone to sit by, to give me support, even if they did not know they were giving. And I, luckily, found a seat in front of another Nursing faculty colleague who, while she probably did not know it, helped me hold it together merely with her calm presence. Yes, I sobbed a bit, and I wiped my tears away, but the love I felt in the room, for Russ, from family, friends, colleagues, and students was, frankly, MORE than I expected (I did expect it, just not at the volume I felt), and that love ALSO helped me through a tough, tough morning.
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