Dichotomy

Dichotomy- a noun meaning
1.
division into two parts, kinds, etc.; subdivision into halves or pairs.
2.
division into two mutually exclusive, opposed, or contradictory groups: a dichotomy between thought and action.


That is what my day was like- a dichotomy, 2 distinct parts that contradicted each other.

Sadness:
At work this morning, I sent an email off to a colleague that I worked last fall. The project she and I were assigned to was stopped by the client and that ended our working relationship as we were both assigned to other teams. But today I had a follow up question for her. When the email bounced back saying that her address was not found, I assumed that she was no longer working at our company and I emailed the next person above her. JM called me on the phone to give me the news, the colleague BC, had died in a skiing accident on 01Jan. The floor just dropped away from me. I could not believe it. BC and I did not know each long, but we had a common bond outside of the project we were assigned to. She and I are the same age, we both were new mothers. In the time we were together at face to face meetings, we shared pictures, talked about our boys and talked about the balance of being new moms. I can't believe that she is gone.
she died while I was in Guatemala and the announcement on the company site (BC had worked in multiple offices) had fallen off the homepage by the time I got back into the office on 12Jan. I could not stop thinking about her and her little boy all day. I hope that he knows how much his momma loved him and cherished him. I hope her husband knows how much she loved him. I hope they time on that last day to say "I love you" when everyone was happy and healthy, before the accident took her life.


Happiness:
I picked up Bug tonight, still reeling from the news this morning. We had to drive passed the apartments that we lived in when I was 12-16 years old. I as telling Bug that I lived there with Mam, Lulu and Uncle Dave, before Mam and Pap got married. Then we drive passed the school that I attended while living at the apartment. Bug informed me that he used to live in the apartment with Uncle Dave and he and Uncle Dave went to that school. They apparently had a dog and later lived in a blue house. He also shopped at used car lot with Uncle Dave, but he (Bug) did not buy a car, he only looked at them.
Bug was quite serious about all of this information, so I listened intently while I busting out laughing on the inside. Bug does not miss a thing anyone says. He is one smart boy.

After the library, we had a quiet night at home, we watched a Sesame Street video that he picked out, we read all the books from the library, and we read another chapter in "My side of the mountain". I kept him close tonight, hugging a little tighter, cuddling a little more. I hope Bug knows how much I love and cherish him. I hope he never has to wonder.

I decided that I am going to give Bug the camera more frequently so he can take pictures of me doing things, so there is always pictures of me for him to go back too should anything ever happen to me.


Love and hugs,
Deb