MrsKol
01-06-2003, 01:04 AM
Today did not start out so well, as when I woke up I had a minor migraine. I get these when I am suffering from personal stress. In this case the death of a good friend and co worker.
"They" found her dead on the morning of Dec 23. Her body was autopsied, cremated and the memorial service was today. This was part of the personal stress. I do not do well at funerals and memorial services. I get so choked up with grief that I can hardly talk. And when I do, it sounds like gibberish. Right now just writing about it, there are tears rolling down my face. I never thought of myself as a sensitive sort of person, but I guess death does that to me.
My friend left behind two children. "They" said that her death was either accidental overdose or suicide. Because they can't find a note or anything of the sort, they are leaning towards accidental overdose.
She had a husband, who died in April, from alcoholism. In September she married a man who:
1. had been stalking her for a couple of weeks
2. She actually knew/talked with for two days
3. is a questionable character
Now three months later, she is dead. We all suspect he had something to do with her death, but alas, there is no evidence.
She sort of blocked us out after she got married, so no one really knew him, or saw what there marriage was like.
One of the things I was worried about, if he would be at the memorial service, my reaction to him. But God does work in mysterious ways. After the service, I asked a co worker if he was there, since I didn't see him. Looks like the ole boy wrecked her brand new Ford Explorer, totalled it and was in the hospital and locked down.
On the way home, I just cried. When I got home, I saw the neighborhood kids out playing. I came into the house, got the kids dressed in something warm and took them out to play. It was great to see mini mrskol and mini kol, just run and play, roll around in the mud and grass.
The day started on a wrong note, but ended on the right one.
"They" found her dead on the morning of Dec 23. Her body was autopsied, cremated and the memorial service was today. This was part of the personal stress. I do not do well at funerals and memorial services. I get so choked up with grief that I can hardly talk. And when I do, it sounds like gibberish. Right now just writing about it, there are tears rolling down my face. I never thought of myself as a sensitive sort of person, but I guess death does that to me.
My friend left behind two children. "They" said that her death was either accidental overdose or suicide. Because they can't find a note or anything of the sort, they are leaning towards accidental overdose.
She had a husband, who died in April, from alcoholism. In September she married a man who:
1. had been stalking her for a couple of weeks
2. She actually knew/talked with for two days
3. is a questionable character
Now three months later, she is dead. We all suspect he had something to do with her death, but alas, there is no evidence.
She sort of blocked us out after she got married, so no one really knew him, or saw what there marriage was like.
One of the things I was worried about, if he would be at the memorial service, my reaction to him. But God does work in mysterious ways. After the service, I asked a co worker if he was there, since I didn't see him. Looks like the ole boy wrecked her brand new Ford Explorer, totalled it and was in the hospital and locked down.
On the way home, I just cried. When I got home, I saw the neighborhood kids out playing. I came into the house, got the kids dressed in something warm and took them out to play. It was great to see mini mrskol and mini kol, just run and play, roll around in the mud and grass.
The day started on a wrong note, but ended on the right one.