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Broken Computers and Broken Heart...
8 years ago
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Not that I really give a shit about my stuff at the moment...
Good friend of mine is not doing well. She is being kept stable on a ventilator to help her breathe as her terminal cancer has reached the stage I didn't think I'd see. Or maybe I just refused to believe I would.
Andy was my coworker from 2009 to 2015 when she had to take a leave after being diagnosed with lung cancer. Obviously, we worked at the same location, and also in the same department. She was the auditor, and I was one of the inspectors. She worked for RVI for 15 years before she left, and for the six years I was there, I saw her every single day (unless she took a day off of course) to where our bond went from just coworkers to friends. She became a dear one during those years. I was living alone in my old apartment when we first hung out together. She has a classic Mustang muscle car in a custom red/maroon color with ghost flame/horse heads on the side that she inherited from her dad and her husband restored it from its original bumblebee colors. Front grill read Move backwards (which I found hilarious)
At the time I rode in it, it wasn't fully completed, as some of the speakers in the dashboard and also the steering wheel needed to be modified to fit its new crisp leather interior. We cruised, stopped for dinner, and cruised some more. All the while I was gasping out the window and laughing at the passerby's as they turned their heads to the sound of that powerful engine as it approached and flew past them.
We got lost in Grand Rapids through the city streets, but it was great because we got to hang out longer. I took one picture and video from that day, and the phone I have it on needs a replacement battery, but I am hoping to get it off so I can see it again.
When she left that spring in 2015, I really took it hard. It mean't I'd never see her smug ass face when I came into the warehouse to start my day. Wouldn't sit and chat with her as she declared how much she was 'ready to leave this fucking place' hehe. It took a lot of getting used to, and I ended up transferring because my work was being effected without her around. So I went to the sister building across the street. Three years pass and when I quit RVI for medical reasons which solidified when I was house sitting for her and her husband when they went to hawaii. Seeing their photos and how Andy was before the cancer made me sick to my stomach. So after calling in three days in a row, I cashed in my job and left.
I kept Andy up to speed on everything. With my new not 2nd or 3rd shift schedule, I got to see her more on a daily basis. She was proud, if not a slight bit confused as I never really told her how much I hated it there without her.
She was able to go to Hawaii, spend huge amounts of time with her family and loved ones, and somewhere along the line, was able to spend some of her limited time with me. I never had good relations with my mother, which is a huge understatement as I practically never spoke to her again after my last seeing her nearly 4 years ago. Andy may not have been my mom, but I might as well seen her as one as she always wanted to see me, always wanted to feed me (and she is a phenomenal cook) and always wanted me to talk to her about what was going on with my life, though I always tend to shy away from those topics.
I am going to see her later this afternoon with another coworker I've worked with since I started there. I'm grateful I don't have to go alone, as I don't want to be at that time. Especially when I know I will not see her again after this day. It's still heavy but...I think I will be able to cope better then I thought.
Good friend of mine is not doing well. She is being kept stable on a ventilator to help her breathe as her terminal cancer has reached the stage I didn't think I'd see. Or maybe I just refused to believe I would.
Andy was my coworker from 2009 to 2015 when she had to take a leave after being diagnosed with lung cancer. Obviously, we worked at the same location, and also in the same department. She was the auditor, and I was one of the inspectors. She worked for RVI for 15 years before she left, and for the six years I was there, I saw her every single day (unless she took a day off of course) to where our bond went from just coworkers to friends. She became a dear one during those years. I was living alone in my old apartment when we first hung out together. She has a classic Mustang muscle car in a custom red/maroon color with ghost flame/horse heads on the side that she inherited from her dad and her husband restored it from its original bumblebee colors. Front grill read Move backwards (which I found hilarious)
At the time I rode in it, it wasn't fully completed, as some of the speakers in the dashboard and also the steering wheel needed to be modified to fit its new crisp leather interior. We cruised, stopped for dinner, and cruised some more. All the while I was gasping out the window and laughing at the passerby's as they turned their heads to the sound of that powerful engine as it approached and flew past them.
We got lost in Grand Rapids through the city streets, but it was great because we got to hang out longer. I took one picture and video from that day, and the phone I have it on needs a replacement battery, but I am hoping to get it off so I can see it again.
When she left that spring in 2015, I really took it hard. It mean't I'd never see her smug ass face when I came into the warehouse to start my day. Wouldn't sit and chat with her as she declared how much she was 'ready to leave this fucking place' hehe. It took a lot of getting used to, and I ended up transferring because my work was being effected without her around. So I went to the sister building across the street. Three years pass and when I quit RVI for medical reasons which solidified when I was house sitting for her and her husband when they went to hawaii. Seeing their photos and how Andy was before the cancer made me sick to my stomach. So after calling in three days in a row, I cashed in my job and left.
I kept Andy up to speed on everything. With my new not 2nd or 3rd shift schedule, I got to see her more on a daily basis. She was proud, if not a slight bit confused as I never really told her how much I hated it there without her.
She was able to go to Hawaii, spend huge amounts of time with her family and loved ones, and somewhere along the line, was able to spend some of her limited time with me. I never had good relations with my mother, which is a huge understatement as I practically never spoke to her again after my last seeing her nearly 4 years ago. Andy may not have been my mom, but I might as well seen her as one as she always wanted to see me, always wanted to feed me (and she is a phenomenal cook) and always wanted me to talk to her about what was going on with my life, though I always tend to shy away from those topics.
I am going to see her later this afternoon with another coworker I've worked with since I started there. I'm grateful I don't have to go alone, as I don't want to be at that time. Especially when I know I will not see her again after this day. It's still heavy but...I think I will be able to cope better then I thought.
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