Even after the meeting, I still can’t think of a way to honor them.
Even after I return to my desk, it seems like everyone else knows how to remember the person we lost. I’m still not sure.
Scenes
- The meeting ended, but I still hadn’t made up my mind. — At the meeting, we decided what kind of memorial to hold. Back at my desk, I still wasn’t sure how I wanted to remember them.
- What we chose together wasn’t my memory of them. — At the meeting, we agreed to keep the memorial simple. I nodded as everyone shared their thoughts, but back at my desk, memories of things we’d shared came to me on their own.
- Remembering them doesn’t have to mean holding a memorial. — In grief, remembrance doesn’t only mean a set ritual. Everyone may remember the time they shared with that person in their own way.
- Tonight, remember one moment when you laughed together. — Tonight, try to recall one ordinary moment you shared with them. You may not remember one, or you may not feel like doing anything.
- It’s okay for my memories to grow in their own time. — The memorial decided on at the meeting and the memories I keep may be different. I don’t have to rush to decide how I’ll remember them.
Stories by Onyu
- Onyu
- Even after the meeting, thoughts of my parents stay with me.
- Even on my day off, I answered someone else first.
- After the meeting, I come back and start figuring out my living expenses.
- Even after a meeting, I come home and have to explain why I need to rest.
- Just before clocking out, the clock reminds me of a request
- Gray hair reflected in the window on a rainy day
- Right before clocking out, I pause before canceling our plans
- Right before quitting time, just thinking about learning makes me check the clock.