Okay, Viva is a wonderful woman that I work with here at the collection agency. She is a sweet lady with the mouth of a sailor, and has lived an amazing life. She was married.... More than once. Her most recent hubby passed away a few years ago. After that she was never really looking for another companion, that is until Jim came along.
After almost seventy years on this planet, Viva found her soul mate. Jim was her other half. Just yesterday morning while we were all talking she mentioned how much she loves him (even when he frustrates her), and how lucky she was to have found him. The love she feels for him is stronger and deeper than the love she had for any of her husbands. That seems to be the way it works, you find "The One" when you aren't even looking.
Yesterday, shortly before 2pm, Jim was killed in a car accident. He was 78, and he was the love of her life. My heart breaks for her, to lose someone who means the world to you. I can't even begin to fathom the depth of the pain she is enduring right now. They were the cutest old couple in the world.
She just wants him to come home, now.
When I heard the news last night from my office manager, my mind didn't know how to process it. I was kind of like, "Okay....." After I got off the phone with Renee I went back to making the pasta salad that was for dinner, cutting up the mozzarella, and my brain started to process it and I started to cry. I stopped myself and calmed down. When Collin got home from physical therapy I was sitting on the couch and he asked me what was wrong, I just shook my head. He asked me again, and all I could do was stutter it out and started bawling.
I didn't know Jim that well, but I have really become attached to Viva and for her to suffer that kind of loss crushed me. All I could think was, "He won't ever call the office again..." I know that probably sounds odd, but now we get to the story behind the title of this blog.
I always thought it was a little funny, but whenever Jim would call Viva at work, after doing the greeting "Good morning/afternoon...blah blah." Jim would say, "Jim for Viva." Rather than saying, "Is Viva there?" and then me asking, "May I tell her who's calling?"
That was generally the extent of words between us unless she was on the phone then I would let him know and ask if he would like to hold or have her call him back. I saw him a few times when he would come to the office to bring Viva something, or whatever, and I saw how happy she was every time she saw him.
It was so sudden and such a shock to everyone, especially Viva. He had told her he was gonna stay home that day, how we all wish he had. Viva is surrounded with people that love her, and though it is a comfort, she wants him. Her identical twin sister is with her, as are her children and grandchildren. We (the office crew) all pitched in and sent her a floral arrangement, to let her know we are there for her and that we love her.
She called when she got them this afternoon, telling me how gorgeous they are, and how she put them next to Jim's chair so he could enjoy them too. It made me tear up all over again. Then she began asking about certain accounts of hers that she was hoping would pay, like everyone prior to me that she talked to I told her not to worry about that.
As cranky and ornery as Viva can be some days, I love her dearly, and have gained so much knowledge from her. She is a strong woman, and we all know she can come back from this, but until then my thoughts are with her, as is my heart. And I hope she knows how many people care about her.
Jim, may you rest in peace.
She just wants him to come home, now.
When I heard the news last night from my office manager, my mind didn't know how to process it. I was kind of like, "Okay....." After I got off the phone with Renee I went back to making the pasta salad that was for dinner, cutting up the mozzarella, and my brain started to process it and I started to cry. I stopped myself and calmed down. When Collin got home from physical therapy I was sitting on the couch and he asked me what was wrong, I just shook my head. He asked me again, and all I could do was stutter it out and started bawling.
I didn't know Jim that well, but I have really become attached to Viva and for her to suffer that kind of loss crushed me. All I could think was, "He won't ever call the office again..." I know that probably sounds odd, but now we get to the story behind the title of this blog.
I always thought it was a little funny, but whenever Jim would call Viva at work, after doing the greeting "Good morning/afternoon...blah blah." Jim would say, "Jim for Viva." Rather than saying, "Is Viva there?" and then me asking, "May I tell her who's calling?"
That was generally the extent of words between us unless she was on the phone then I would let him know and ask if he would like to hold or have her call him back. I saw him a few times when he would come to the office to bring Viva something, or whatever, and I saw how happy she was every time she saw him.
It was so sudden and such a shock to everyone, especially Viva. He had told her he was gonna stay home that day, how we all wish he had. Viva is surrounded with people that love her, and though it is a comfort, she wants him. Her identical twin sister is with her, as are her children and grandchildren. We (the office crew) all pitched in and sent her a floral arrangement, to let her know we are there for her and that we love her.
She called when she got them this afternoon, telling me how gorgeous they are, and how she put them next to Jim's chair so he could enjoy them too. It made me tear up all over again. Then she began asking about certain accounts of hers that she was hoping would pay, like everyone prior to me that she talked to I told her not to worry about that.
As cranky and ornery as Viva can be some days, I love her dearly, and have gained so much knowledge from her. She is a strong woman, and we all know she can come back from this, but until then my thoughts are with her, as is my heart. And I hope she knows how many people care about her.
Jim, may you rest in peace.
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That is so freaking sad. I hope things turn out ok for her.
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