Yesterday was a very big day for one of the best people I know: after 42 years with the same company, my aunt Debbie retired. I know that she was probably nervous to be the center of attention (us first borns always are…we’ve been coexisting with the younger attention-robbers most of our lives, after all), but her smile was contagious as she sat in front of the room full of friends, coworkers, laughter, and fond memories.
I often stop and revel in the fortune I have been granted with the people in my life; they have been a wealth beyond all comprehension. There was my mother of course—it’s no secret, particularly here, that I had a very dear relationship with the woman who gave me life. I wasn’t always the greatest daughter, and I gave my share of sass, but I knew early in life that she was a gift that I probably didn’t deserve.
Mom was quite close to her sisters, and I was blessed to have two extraordinary women play a prominent role in my life as a result.
Debbie has worked tirelessly all her life, possessing a work ethic that is becoming rarer every day. I respect the way that she pushes through pain to get the job done…I appreciate the mental toughness that it takes to keep on going, even when it hurts. Really, I just appreciate her. Debbie, you’ve spent decades rushing around to make everyone else comfortable. This is your time to sit back, catch your breath, and enjoy life.
I am excited for you to write the next chapter! Congratulations…we love you very much.