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Mar. 15th, 2004 11:14 amOne of the people I deal with in Marketing died Thursday. She was 20 weeks pregnant with twin boys; I don't know the details, but it sounds like the fetuses died, she went in for a D&C, and her heart stopped. She had a husband and a 3 year old daughter. She was 38. I didn't know her well, but it's still pretty awful.
They had a "non-denominational" service in the chapel in the building this morning. I was a little worried about what they might mean by non-denominational, but I wanted to go to pay my respects. Big mistake. As soon as I walked into the chapel, past the bowls of holy water and into the room filled with candles and crucifixes, I started to get uncomfortable. A priest came in wearing a collar and a white robe, which did not make me feel any better. He led a moment of silence and then a prayer ending with something about Christ.
By then I was starting to cry, not because of Tomoko's death, but because I was so uncomfortable. He announced that they would read from the Gospels, and I got up and ran for it. Luckily I was seated on the end of a row on the side of the chapel, so I think my exit was reasonably discreet, but I still feel kind of bad about it. I didn't want people to think I didn't care, but it felt so incredibly WRONG to me to be there that I just couldn't take it. I hate to make it about me when it should have been about her, but there just comes a point when you have to take care of yourself. Sigh.
They had a "non-denominational" service in the chapel in the building this morning. I was a little worried about what they might mean by non-denominational, but I wanted to go to pay my respects. Big mistake. As soon as I walked into the chapel, past the bowls of holy water and into the room filled with candles and crucifixes, I started to get uncomfortable. A priest came in wearing a collar and a white robe, which did not make me feel any better. He led a moment of silence and then a prayer ending with something about Christ.
By then I was starting to cry, not because of Tomoko's death, but because I was so uncomfortable. He announced that they would read from the Gospels, and I got up and ran for it. Luckily I was seated on the end of a row on the side of the chapel, so I think my exit was reasonably discreet, but I still feel kind of bad about it. I didn't want people to think I didn't care, but it felt so incredibly WRONG to me to be there that I just couldn't take it. I hate to make it about me when it should have been about her, but there just comes a point when you have to take care of yourself. Sigh.