Year Two Reflections – Work

After the accident, I was fortunate to have a very compassionate and understanding boss and co-workers.  They truly did everything in their power to help us out.  They showed up ‘en mass’ and brought us food, brought Darcy a ridiculous amount of presents and just supported us in so many ways.  They donated vacation time so that I could continue to get paid while we figured out my disability and what my options are.  My boss became my friend, never pressuring me to return and always willing to talk to me as a friend first and then as my boss.  They continue to be a presence in our lives.  I honestly don’t know what we would have done without these people.

About a month ago, I finally left work.  I’ve been having nightmares about it for months.  It was plaguing me.  With not driving so far, there was no way that I could even imagine commuting to Boston every day again.  It killed me.  I was one of those people that really loved her job. I loved the feeling of control.  Now I’m stuck between feeling proud of walking away and sad.  Another decision I wanted no part of.

I’m no longer the bread winner.  In some ways that’s a nice feeling because the pressure is off and it means that Parker is really able to make a living at something that he loves and is passionate about.  I’m so proud of all that he has done and how he has really stepped up.  He has taken on more of a role of ‘the boss’ and has less time to really focus on his own work, because he is constantly helping his employees.  He’s surprisingly enjoying himself and maybe it was time.  I’ve always been involved in the business, but with him so busy, it has taken on a new role.  I’m happy to help out accounting, marketing, HR, etc. that he needs.  It has also brought back to me a sense of control over something.  In the last few months I’ve gotten into a new groove of working from home daily and trying to keep up with the administrative tasks involved in the business.  It works for us because Parker and I actually enjoy working together and make a really good team.  It probably also helps that I work from home and we both have our own separate responsibilities.

We went on a ski trip with my co-workers about a few weeks ago.  This is a yearly trip that my company pulls together and is great little family vacation for us.  We went last year and it was tough, but I was still in such a fog.  I think this year was harder because I no longer am part of the company.  It’s weird to sit there and not be able to talk about projects or clients, to not even know some of the new staff.  I had a very uncomfortable start to the day.  I realized that this is now the ‘after me.’  The person that no longer works for DPM.  When I’m working with Parker, I’m completely content, but then throw back in with my co-workers and I’m sad, I miss it.  It’s another reminder of all that we have lost.  Another part that I have lost of myself.  Damn you Year Two!

Author: sheriroaf

Sheri Roaf is the mother of four wonderful children who turned to blogging after her 17 month old son Bennett passed away unexpectedly. Through her writing she has found a way to help herself and her family move forward in the face of tragedy.

One thought on “Year Two Reflections – Work”

  1. It was a much more difficult decision for me to leave work after I had Lila than I had expected, and that was completely by choice, not having had any event in my life sort of make the decision for me. It must have been really awkward to not know some of the new staff. I still feel possessive of the office I was in (our high school ran like a college, we had huge offices together and shared classroom space). I actually don’t get invited to office parties anymore (I mean, I get it, it’s been 5 years, it’s mostly new people), but I still get sad! Work, especially work you like, really does become a part of your identity. I STILL say that I’m a high school teacher. I guess in many ways, I still am, and maybe will go back to teaching again some day. I’m sure you will always keep a part of your identity that you gained from there, and maybe some day you’ll go back to that.. or, someday you might look back like me and be okay with where you are, but right now, I totally get why it’s hard. That was pretty jumbled, but I hope it made sense.


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