Well, it's Monday again and the start of a new working week.Well, at least part of a working week for me.
I have an induction session today for my new job helping people to marry the loves of their lives...
Well, hopefully they'll be the loves of each other's lives!
I'm not sure what the week will bring. Are we ever? But I'm okay with that.
I think...
What I've become more aware of recently during therapy, (which is a compulsory part of my training course to become a counsellor), is that now I've found a little job and got over that great big 'hump' I slumped through after losing my job at the whim of Government, as it were, it's probably time for me to actually deal with the sense of loss and my attachment to my last two jobs.
...And I really know that this means I am going to have to re-visit the loss and grief involved with both my parents' deaths and some of the resulting turmoil that ensued in my life.
...And this week, in our community which mainly gathers in the local basic pub, which also serves as Village Hall, Sports and Social Club and second home for many, a strong and vibrant man - a farmer long of this area, and five years younger than me, has been lost after a long battle with leukaemia...
I had thought he was in remission, not close to the end of his days - He was a strong man, lambing his flock at the end - We saw him with his new wife and an old friend the Sunday before he died - It had been a cold rainy day after a few days' of sunshine and the atmosphere in the pub was also grey. It was odd, but my husband and I blamed it on the weather...
Now, I am not so sure. On Tuesday, he died of pneumonia, refusing to have his last jabs.
I am grieving for the loss of him, his presence in our community, and his vibrancy and strength; I feel for his just-adult sons who have lost their rock and anchor; He only got married a few weeks ago, and I know his new wife's loss is great and they had known one another since their schooldays; and I also feel the sadness of the mother of his children too...
Such times put into perspective our comparatively smaller losses in life, do they not?
Grief is an incredibly complicated thingie, I believe.
So is joy...
I wish you great joy.
