There are so many things that can happen in our lives, sometimes it seems like it is hard to have a positive outlook in life. With all of the ups and downs and sharp turns that life brings our way, sometimes it seems like I am on an emotional roller coaster. One month of sadness, preceded by three months of a crazy headache that just would not go away, has made this year the wildest ride ever. I am now managing the headache and I am finding ways to manage the sadness but still, I am worried.
I worry for my brother Tim, a young widow now. I worry for my dad, who is trying to be strong for Tim, yet hasn’t had time to grieve for himself. I worry for my kids, who were so close to both my mom and Francine. I worry for Francine’s mom and for her two best friends who loved her so much and seem so sad without her. I imagine this is the steep hill of the ride – the one that climbs up and up and up, until it reaches its peak before falling at full speed down the other side. The promising part of falling, is knowing that eventually you will reach the bottom and plateau.
Going back to work has been the plateau on my ride. The flat, level, balanced part of the ride that comes after the big hill with loops, twists and turns. There is so much love at my school. I am getting it from the families, from my staff, from my students. I know that my father and brother are finding the same thing as they have gotten back to work. The love is genuine and confirms that fact that we are not alone on this wild ride.