Beam of Light

Today my mind keeps bringing me back to my friend’s beautiful face. We can call her Cassie.

She was this beautiful beam of light and she shined so bright, and I honestly do not think she even knew it. We both worked step down at the local hospital together when we met.

We helped see each other through some shit at work and outside of work.

She was such a strong woman - such a beautiful soul - and I never once heard her complain.

We had this unspoken thing - We had each other’s back. No questions asked.

She helped me keep my head in the game and stay focused on what mattered most - the safety of my daughter. That is a story for another day.

I helped her leave her ex-husband.

She bought a home, she was so proud and so happy, it just poured out of her.

One morning I got a call. I was the DON at the time and remember getting up from my desk and lying on my office floor.

He went into her house.

Shot her in the head and then himself.

One kid ran to a neighbor’s house and the other kid hid downstairs.

Premeditated.

That mother fucker.

Anyways we had this secret code or saying when we were talking about things that weren’t always professional or was not meant for everyone to hear.

- "The Book Club" -

She always had the cutest buns in her hair even when we worked 16-hour shifts.

We always made sure we got the other one to our cars safely.

Her smile was something else. It made the phrase "light up the room" seem dim.

Time to get back to work. It’s one of those long days - 16 hours.

TLJ- The rock my daughter gave me yesterday she wrote on it "I have the right to be wrong"