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Weighing on my mind...
Aug. 7th, 2003 12:45 pmI work for, perhaps, one of the most popular tourist destinations in the world. And, I work in an extremely customer service oriented position. So I had no idea that when I was asked to go pick up some people from the hospital, I would still be sad about it...almost a week later. All I was told was I was picking up two people. Well, I had done this before...someone falls and breaks their arm and after they get it fixed up I pick them up. No big deal. Sunday was a big deal. I knew as much when I walked into the ER waiting room and all the hospital staff treated me differently. I was escorted back into the ER by a security guard to the "quiet room." The chaplain asked if I could give them a few more minutes. Creepy-ness factor raised to two. Still had no idea what was going on. I was taken down the hall to the "police/paramedic preparation" cubical, a place, I believe, that they can go to make any calls to the station or recover for a moment. The chaplain, Bob, came and semi-explained the situation to me. The couple that I was picking up had just suddenly lost there 17 year old daughter. Creepy-ness factor off the scale. We had to wait for the medical examiner to finish with her body so they could view it one last time.
Gah.
I am an extremely emotional person, and this was over the top. But I tried very hard not to cry while in the hospital. After a while they were ready, and we were on our way back to the hotel. They cried the whole way back, of course. But I was doing okay until I heard the husband say, "hold on tight." I had to try extra hard now. One tear escaped, but I still felt I needed to hold it together for them.
I dropped them off at their room and proceeded back to my office. Where I cried for about 10 minutes. These people were here from England, on the second day of their vacation and their only child passed away (from, I've since found out, an allergic reaction to something she ate).
I don't know why, but I'm still a little sad. I told my mom on the phone last night that it was like being in a movie. I guess if you've read this far my advice would be to call your parents and tell them you love them or go give them a hug if you can. You never know when they'll be gone, or when you'll be for that matter.
Gah.
I am an extremely emotional person, and this was over the top. But I tried very hard not to cry while in the hospital. After a while they were ready, and we were on our way back to the hotel. They cried the whole way back, of course. But I was doing okay until I heard the husband say, "hold on tight." I had to try extra hard now. One tear escaped, but I still felt I needed to hold it together for them.
I dropped them off at their room and proceeded back to my office. Where I cried for about 10 minutes. These people were here from England, on the second day of their vacation and their only child passed away (from, I've since found out, an allergic reaction to something she ate).
I don't know why, but I'm still a little sad. I told my mom on the phone last night that it was like being in a movie. I guess if you've read this far my advice would be to call your parents and tell them you love them or go give them a hug if you can. You never know when they'll be gone, or when you'll be for that matter.
