My world has just been rocked today and not in a good way by any means. I could sit here and cry about the fact that I had to sit in a courthouse for what felt like days waiting to hear my name leave the lips of the person who holds all of the power in one tiny room. Sitting and watching one person after another handcuffed and led through doors that for me signifies only bad things. All of these people being led out with the most steady composure I have ever seen as if going through those doors is an okay thing. I would be in tears and unable to move let alone stand and walk towards that dreadful door.
Yes, this is how my morning began today and no coffee in sight which probably made it seem 10 times worse at the time. This morning, this never ending moment of hell for me was nothing compared to what the day had in store for someone else. My problem was silly and not never ending, in fact in 4.5 hrs it was over and done. It Ended.
I work in an office where a large amount of our clients are quite old and we usually have easily 7-10 deaths a year within our clients. Though none of them have ever really affected me emotionally. I guess you could say that is hard to do with me. I dont see the sense in getting worked up over something you cannot control or reverse for that matter. But when the phone rang today and I heard a voice that usually makes me smile from her sweet grandmotherly tone sound sad and heavy and become shaky upon each word, something hit me. Something was wrong and I knew it in the pit of my stomach. She wanted to let us know her husband {Ozzy} passed away today. The same Ozzy that was just in the office last week laughing and spreading his joy just by being here. They were soulmates and you could tell just by glancing at them. They took care of each other and they were patient with one another. They laughed and joked in loving ways that I can only hope for one day. The bond you felt from them was too amazing to even put into words.
She {Marty} is a patient and kind soul and Ozzy is a happy stubborn man. So Stubborn that he did not want to go to the hospital this morning when he needed too but gave in for Marty’s sake. There, at the hospital, Ozzy’s life stopped. In just a moment Marty’s life drastically changed. Her heart broke in a way I never want to know. Hearing her voice over the phone destroyed me. The sunshine Ozzy brought into this office and his beautiful smile is something that only our memories will get to see again. Ozzy was a beautiful soul and Heaven is lucky to have him♥
In Loving Memory of Alden {Ozzy} M. Wright 10/30/1929 – 12/15/2011
{love loudly.}
I am sorry to hear that Brandy. First, let’s start with you. I’m glad whatever unfortunate thing that led you to a courtroom on a fine December day is at least behind you. I’m sure it was nothing. As for the rest, all you can do is focus on the good that was necessary for the bad to be possible. For that poor woman to be so distraught over the death of her husband means that they loved each other very much and the time they spent together was amazing. That doesn’t make the end any less bitter, but the end always comes and all we can hope is have plenty of good times with the person we love before that fateful day arrives. If you are lucky (or me, or anyone else) then one day you will be in that old woman’s place. You’ll be in pain and you’ll be very sad, but you’ll have thousands of days of awesome memories with the one you loved to get you through it all. Thanks for sharing and take care of yourself.
Ahhh well my court incident was just a silly traffic ticket. Meaningless to some but for me it was being in the courtroom that scared me.
As for Marty their love was amazing and I can only hope to find that one day. Ozzy actually recieved his nickname from Ossie & Harriet Nelson which in their time was the depiction of the ideal american family. Friends saw their love pouring from each other and the nickname stuck. It was perfect just as their love was. They were lucky