Okay, so it's been 2+, almost three years since I posted anything on here. I think at this point my blog is a bit outdated, but with that being said I feel right now is the most opportune time to post something. Thus far 2010 has sucked bung. I say that because I one day we lost one of the best people and nurses I have ever known and my workplace became something to fear.
To my dear friend Tri, you are loved here at the ED. I know you were loved by your family and I also know you were loved by many. I don't believe they have computers in heaven, but I believe that you can feel the love all of us are sending your way. You're one of the few people here that was a constant for us, and though we don't understand we must do what you would want. That is...to live each day to the fullest. Once upon a time you told me that you loved to live your life through my travels. So, in honor of you...I'm going to keep traveling. I can't even count the 90+ million things you taught me, but I will try to remember them on a daily basis. I will continue to strive to be the amazing nurse that you were, and I will continue to love people and tell them they were loved. I'll miss you Tri, but in true night shift fashion we're going against the grain and we are going to have a remembering Tri get together that would do you proud.
Big Hugs,
Suz
2 comments:
I am so sorry for the loss of Tri. He sounds like he was an amazing person.
Well said Suz, Tri is and will continue to be my inspiration for upholding the high standards and expectations that he made look sooo easy. He was so much more than a nurse, co-worker or friend, he was family. Only God knows all the shit we deal with together on a daily basis and I can't help but think that Tri was one of those precious gifts made specifically for us in the ER. The kind of gift that makes anything easier to deal with and everything more fun. Tri found humor in the dark and always found it at a time we needed it most.
There will always be a small void that no one will ever be able to fill, but you and me both know that the last think he would want is a bunch of crybabies moping around feeling sorry for him.
Here's to Tri, I may be 8 1/2 months prego, but dammit I'll drink to his honor any day!
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