After Sheila Died

After Sheila died -- so did my zest for life!  I mourned and succumbed to that mourning for about a year in "earth" time -- though 6 years after that I am still not sure where my mourning process is.  Sheila was joy -- Sheila was lightness and love -- Sheila was my other half. And then she was unlucky enough to contract breast cancer. And she died. And I died too. Trying to "give back"-- I worked tirelessly and thanklessly for Hospice Savannah for several years. To no avail. Even though I was moderately successful at raising funds and growing the "image" of Hospice Savannah in our area -- it was not enough, for me -- for the community -- or for the paltry administration of Hospice. 

The care Sheila received at Hospice Savannah was stellar -- from the clinical people on all levels, down to the humblest CNA or to the simple cleaning personnel.  The legendary Dr. Kelly Erola was superb of course, always. But I found the administrative staff that I had to work with, even as a volunteer, much less an an employee -- was petty, close-minded, a bit slow, and incrementally and ridiculously "turf-conscious." I can say with total honesty that the Foundation personnel there are neither professional nor particularly compelling -- in any way. They are slugs. Almost all the men working at Hospice are exceptions to this principle:  Jud (finally "retired" I am told), Art, Jamey -- there were others who were wonderful too: Ophelia and some who have since left Hospice or were fired from their positions.  A hard death -- to a hard life!