She came into the room quietly and slipped off her shoes. She knelt down on the floor. she had something to say of which I already knew. “I asked to come in here to tell you that I will be leaving in January,” she said. “I am moving and I wanted you to know, because I was once in this room with some of you and I wanted you to hear it from me.”
There was quiet at first, then questions “Where are you moving to?” one asked.
“New York.” she said simply.
Another question “When are you moving?”
“Middle of January”, came the reply and she added “I didn’t want to leave at Christmas time, it just didn’t seem right.”
She answered each question quietly and calmly as was her way. She sat there looking at each of us, observing our reactions.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes and my heart was grieved, because although I already knew about it, this announcement made it real. I wanted to run to her, tell her I’d miss her, that I love her, and that I didn’t want her to leave. But I sat there, thinking, it’s probably not the right time to do that. It’s not fair to the rest of them, I thought.
She asked us not to tell the people that would be coming in after us. We agreed, knowing the full weight of what this announcement would mean to them. Wondering what their reactions would be and knowing we would never know.
She stood, slipped on her shoes, and she left as quietly as when she entered. The door closed, the announcement was done. There would be grief, but others will be there to help us through that when the time came. For now, we are left to absorb all of it.
©Kimberly Balles 2010 All Rights Reserved
I have had the privilege to know some wonderful people who counseled me through the years. This woman had a significant impact on my healing journey and she is someone I will never forget.