Mourning
Last Tuesday I attended the funeral of my uncle, Rupert Wilmoth. He leaves behind a beautiful son to carry on his memory and the Wilmoth name. Since I've been sober I have been to 3 family member funerals. There have also been a number of people that I have met and loved in the 12 step program that have died. I am also a home health aide which means I care for the elderly. I care for all different kinds of people and because of the line of work I'm in my clients are old and sickly. Some of my most favorite people in the world I have met through my job and they have passed away. During the year at one point or another I am in mourning. Be it a family member, a friend or a patient. It is sad but a regular part of my life. I have developed a thick skin and sometimes it takes months for me to fully realize how much death truly effects me. It can be difficult to remain grateful for my wonderful life when the people I love are not here to live it with me. The way I mourn is