Tonight I saw a friend in pain. In our profession, you don’t let your guard down in front of anyone.
It was a busy night and luckily, a coworker was close by and came in to help.
We were all running in different directions and I knew my friend had to be experiencing some emotion as to what was going on.
His grandparents former home was burning down. His family no longer owned the property but he had spent many days and nights in that home.
His grandparents have been gone for many years but the residence was still known as their place, for those of us who knew them.
When everything settled down, he and two more guys came into my office; by now the room that was so earlier crowded with people was now empty except for me.
He came in and for a few moments he allowed us to see that there was pain. He talked about his grandparents even telling some amusing tales on himself.
As he spoke, you could see the emotion on his face. He spoke of his grandfather and how his music room was up stairs.
When he talked about the kitchen, I could see it clearly. I have been in the house many times. I could almost see his grandma sitting in her chair in the kitchen, her cup of coffee beside her and a cigarette in her mouth. You see, this is where she held court, where she welcomed visitors into her home.
As he continued, he said well, both my grandparents houses have burned down. My heart broke for him.
The place where so many memories were made is now gone, not once but twice for him.
I live in my grandmother’s house and I have so many memories of her and I, just having real conversations in this house. My cousin lives in my other grandparent’s house.
I can go back anytime and look at the wall where I wrote my ABCs in crayon although they are long gone. I can visit the place where I spent my years before entering kindergarten.
My friend no longer has a place to visit. That went up in smoke. He does however have some great memories of grandparents who loved him so very much.
I hope in my heart of hearts that his healing began in those wee hours of morning, just four friends sitting around, sharing his memories and his pain.