I'm pretty much known as the silly one at work. I goof off with faces and voices all the time. Even walking out I muttered "That's All Folks" ala Porky the Pig. But then I sat in my car and cried. I know in my head that this isn't me giving up. I know this is me giving my all to get back my health, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.
I managed not to really cry in front of anybody, but lemme tell ya. It was a little difficult not to cry when a little boy handed me a bouquet of flowers and said he would miss me very much. Every hug hurt both physically and emotionally. I didn't want to let go, but let go I did. I stuck around almost 3 hours after I clocked out for the last time. I watched my children perform and we had a holiday party with the children and all the parents. I got hugs, gifts and lots of well wishes.
Someone once said, "Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for a while." My prayer is that I left an impact upon many people and that every day someone would say, "Oh remember when Jennifer would ...."
It was a tough day indeed.