“We want this place to be the best part of your day.” It was the smile on my professor’s face that made me believe he was speaking from his heart.
Last week, the world lost one of my coworkers: a hard-working, pup-loving young man whose life had been cut short just when we started to know the best of him.
It was one of the hardest days I’ve ever had at my job.
We were allowed to leave early and I eventually did late in the afternoon, bright-eyed and dazed. At home, the only thing I could do was sit on the couch and stare at the wall.
A notification on my phone broke through the darkness. It was my reminder for BJJ class.
My body moved on autopilot. Somehow, I had made it to the gym. But it wasn’t until I was walking back home that I realized I’d been able to do normal things for a while – and not think about his passing.
I remember pausing in the middle of the sidewalk, overwhelmed with gratitude.
‘How lucky am I,’ I had thought to myself while staring up at the moon with watery eyes, ‘To have a place to go to in a time like this.’