Yesterday.......

I was contemplating finding bed and buying a bit of time before going into work cuz of how 'fuzzy' I felt-- when the phone rang.
You 'defuzz' quickly when you get one of those calls.
Or at the very least you rise above the fuzz.

It didn't take me long to get to the worksite.
Unfortunately I arrived just as the heavens opened up and gale force winds coupled with monsoon-like rain hit.
And there was one of the cars with it's sunroof open--with the staff member out of town in the agency vehicle doing agency business.

And there I am, getting defuzzed again--this time by the wind driven rain, stuffing the blanket I had in the car into the open sunroof.
I was drenched through and through--I might as well have stood in the shower with my clothes on.
This seems to be a week of wetness, all the way around.....

I graciously accepted the towel for my dripping hair and asked one of the therapists to go to the house and retrieve me some clothes from himself--and she'd need to explain to him why that was needed.....cuz I wasn't going to make the time to ring him--I was gonna meet with the kiddo.

Everyone was grateful for that.




Sometimes I get to do unpleasant, uncomfortable hard hard things.

Yesterday was one of those times.



She thought I was funny when I took her out of summer school, my clothes sticking to me, my hair dripping water.

I asked her to come talk with me in the empty, adjacent schoolroom.
The whole classroom was chuckling at the sight of me.


How do you approach a 17 year old young woman and give her the news that her mother was discovered dead in her apartment this morning?
What are you say when she looks at you, rolls her eyes, laughs and tells you to 'shut up!'?
And how do you say to her that the note found indicates that her mother claimed her own life?


You just do.
You find the words.
You tell her the truth.



You hold on to her in your dripping wet clothes when she drops to the floor and sobs uncontrollably.......
....you drop and you cry with her.