Wednesday, October 26, 2016
On Saturday my mom, my siblings, and our families took part in a 5K walk to raise awareness and funds to fight Lewy Body Dementia. We did this in honour of my grandfather, Papa, who suffered from this disease and passed away a year ago in April.
On Tuesday morning I found out that a gentleman who had taught three of my children some of their first Bible verses passed on Sunday away at the age of 83. This sweet man was a "Cubbies" leader through the AWANA program at a local church.
Tuesday afternoon a staff member came in to work crying and distraught because her neighbour's 62 year old husband had passed away and she had just found out. Another staff member was triggered and also began crying.
When a different staff member arrived this morning I knew something was wrong. "Are you ok? Are you in pain?" I asked. Her 32 year old nephew had passed away in India, leaving a young child behind. I held her as she wept in my arms, grieving so deeply.
So much loss, so much grieving. It has triggered grief in me too. Not only for the loss of those who no longer walk this Earth, but even more for those who do.
I am a third culture kid, a TCK, and loss is part of my life. In my childhood I learned what it is to become attached and then lose special people and places. In my adulthood I grieve the loss of relationships with aunts, uncles, cousins. As if that weren't enough, my parents formally separated this year. I don't even know where my Dad lives.