The Darkened Office
Today started out like any Monday; getting up to a blaring alarm clock, having coffee, not really wanting to go to work but knowing I had to because I did not win the lottery. You know that typical Monday morning routine, when you think the weekend should have lasted at least a day or two longer. Which it really should have considering I actually had to go to work yesterday too and only had Saturday off. I would like to say the day got better, but in actuality it grew worse and much sadder than imaginable.
As I rushed into work and headed to the time clock, I debated if I had enough time to throw my stuff in my office or just go straight to the dining room to help with breakfast. After clocking in, I peeked around the corner into the dining room and realized I was a bit earlier than normal. From there I backtracked to my office and unlocked the door. After putting my stuff the Vegas office; yes, that's I and a few of the coworkers refer to it as since whatever is said in there...stays in there; I went back to the dining room. Breakfast was a pretty typical run too and I was feeling a little better about going to work since the residents and some of my coworkers are fun to be around.
After breakfast, I headed back to my “Vegas office” through the conference room, which was now full of some of the nursing management team. I glanced at the administrator's door, hoping to catch him before morning meeting, but since the light was off I knew Brad hadn't made it in yet. I went about the task of sending out one of my morning motivational pictures. Here is the one that I happened to share today
As I started my work, I debated about sending Brad an email or text about something I wanted to discuss with him; but I did neither since I thought I would catch him at some point during the day. You see, before we left for the weekend, he had asked me to go to his church and I had every intention of going until we found out that some of us would have to come in on Sunday. So I wanted to get with him about this coming Sunday, in hopes I would be able to go.
At our usual 9 am. meeting time, we were told that the morning meeting would be at 9:30 instead. I thought maybe something happened and Brad was just running late. That thought was quickly vanquished because he was fairly punctual. I could not help but fret over the feeling that something wasn't right. And his office remained dark.
Finally at the morning meeting, we were informed that Brad had unexpectedly died yesterday afternoon. The shock muted us all, the grief and sorrow swept through the room. Tears were wept and we as we tried to comprehend situation. We went through the day in a fog, telling other staff and residents about the situation, trying to maintain some composure yet failing. On numerous occasions, I glanced at his closed door and still the office remained dark.
Image Credit » Image Credit Renda Brooks