Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:55 pm
So today I went to a memorial service for one of my co-workers. He was killed in the 35W bridge collapse. He was missing for 12 days. I really need closure on his death and didn't know him well enough to feel comfortable at his funeral. I'm really glad that my work set up the memorial service today for any employee who wanted to go. A lot of people spoke and told nice stories about him. I cried a bunch.
But the clencher was when his wife got up in front of a room of about 500 people and spoke freely about her husband with out breaking down. She was amazing. She actually said "And if you guys need anything, just let me know because I know how you feel". Of all the people to offer support! That made me cry so much. His dad spoke, that was hard. Earlier in the month, the executives said that we could donate 8 hours of Paid Time Off (PTO) so Scott's wife could have a paycheck while he was still missing. Hundreds of people donated. That's so cool. I'm in the red PTO wise, so I couldn't donate.
Anyway, all in all, it was just what I needed on that front, the closure... except, (and I guess it was to be expected) most everyone who spoke about Scott, alluded to, but never actually mentioned, the whole god and heaven thing. Well, the Chief Operating Officer did, and that was weird, but almost everyone tip toed around the subject. I guess that kinda ties in with the QotD, but not really. It made me feel uncomfortable because I do not consider myself religous, at all. It just felt so weird to hear people say stuff like they know they'll see him agian and stuff.
Thanks for reading all that if you did. I feel the need to talk about this. I was raised in a family that never really talked about anything, especially death. That kinda fucked me up as a kid, and to be able to openly talk about a person who died (practically unheard of in my family) is so refreshing.
When I got home from work, Phil, Allison and I accompanied Spencer to his school's open house. He starts pre-K on Thursday. Turns out we showed up on the wrong day. We get to meet his teacher on Tuesday. I'm so excited for him to go to school, but sad and worried too. It's a big milestone for my baby boy and for me. I can't believe I will be sending my little dude off to school on a school bus with big kids... 6th graders! He's such a little big and a big little.
But the clencher was when his wife got up in front of a room of about 500 people and spoke freely about her husband with out breaking down. She was amazing. She actually said "And if you guys need anything, just let me know because I know how you feel". Of all the people to offer support! That made me cry so much. His dad spoke, that was hard. Earlier in the month, the executives said that we could donate 8 hours of Paid Time Off (PTO) so Scott's wife could have a paycheck while he was still missing. Hundreds of people donated. That's so cool. I'm in the red PTO wise, so I couldn't donate.

Anyway, all in all, it was just what I needed on that front, the closure... except, (and I guess it was to be expected) most everyone who spoke about Scott, alluded to, but never actually mentioned, the whole god and heaven thing. Well, the Chief Operating Officer did, and that was weird, but almost everyone tip toed around the subject. I guess that kinda ties in with the QotD, but not really. It made me feel uncomfortable because I do not consider myself religous, at all. It just felt so weird to hear people say stuff like they know they'll see him agian and stuff.
Thanks for reading all that if you did. I feel the need to talk about this. I was raised in a family that never really talked about anything, especially death. That kinda fucked me up as a kid, and to be able to openly talk about a person who died (practically unheard of in my family) is so refreshing.
When I got home from work, Phil, Allison and I accompanied Spencer to his school's open house. He starts pre-K on Thursday. Turns out we showed up on the wrong day. We get to meet his teacher on Tuesday. I'm so excited for him to go to school, but sad and worried too. It's a big milestone for my baby boy and for me. I can't believe I will be sending my little dude off to school on a school bus with big kids... 6th graders! He's such a little big and a big little.