I don’t have closure with the way you left
I probably never will
I thought I’d write a poem in honor of you,
But I’m not sure the words are going to flow
You told me several times that I was a good writer
It empowered me and made me appreciate the craft
Now here I am – writing with a broken heart about something I never saw coming. Something I cannot explain. Something I’ll never understand.
I’m losing my poem format, but my thoughts are jumbled and you taught me that sometimes I need to step outside of my comfort zone
You were my manager
For nearly fours years
I know we don’t always appreciate coworkers
But I can honestly say you had a light in you
That I’ve never seen
Bubbles and sunshine in the form of a human
Many of the thoughts and interpersonal conclusions I came to about myself and then wrote about on this very blog were because you pushed me to ask the deeper questions about why I act the way I do, how I appear to others, and perhaps most importantly how important it is to ask why.
Why did you react the way you did?
What were you feeling? Why did that upset you? What was correct in your reaction, and what do you need to work on next time you encounter the same feelings?
Yes, it often had to do with work
But you shaped it to apply to my life
And I’ll never forget it
Or you
My heart hurts
Every time I’m in the office
Or on a zoom call
I think of you and miss you
It was a simple relationship, but a very impactful one. The thing about loss is, you don’t realize that impact until it’s gone. Our team is slowly moving forward, but many of our hearts are shattered.
We miss you, Kayla
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