Pushing the Envelope

I returned to work on Monday, after learning of the death of my brother. I worked on a brief. With the door closed. And the Mozart on loud. No one bothered me. They knew I wanted to be left alone. At some point during the morning, a silver envelope appeared in my inbox. I knew it was a condolence card. I kept working and didn’t open it.

I didn’t want to cry. I knew if I opened the envelope, the tears would come whether I wanted them to, or not.

I left the envelope sitting in my inbox. I stole glances at it throughout the day.

Finally, at about 6:30 p.m., after everyone else had gone home , I picked it up. “For ___,” it said. I held it in my hand and stared at it. That’s all it took. The tears started coming then. I opened the card and read it. And sat in my office, alone, and cried.

And then I drove home.

I managed to hold the tears at bay the rest of the week pretty well. From time to time, they’d blind-side me. Yesterday, I went for a “run.” As I neared the end of my two-mile route out, the grief hit me. I was running and crying. Crying and running. Out of nowhere. Bahm.

I had planned to write about the envelope earlier in the week. But I knew if I did, I’d cry. So I pushed it aside for another day. And here I am, writing. And crying.

Why do we avoid grieving our losses? Why do we fight back the tears?

Today I’m going to allow myself to cry.

About Unconfirmed Bachelorette

Unconfirmed Bachelorette, a/k/a Ella, is a 50-something-year-old lawyer who wishes fervently she could retire from the practice of law and write full time. Never-married-childfree Ella resides in Austin, Texas with her three fluffy black rescue cats.
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8 Responses to Pushing the Envelope

  1. free penny press says:

    crying is good..know you have some cyber pals here too !

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  2. Lafemmeroar says:

    I’m very sorry for your loss …

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  3. Running. Crying. Both helpful. (Envelopes can wait.) Hugs from far away.

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