Many
years ago, I worked at a Home Health Agency as their tech support person,
ensuring that their hardware and software needs were met. I took my job very
seriously because the Physical Therapists, Occupational Therapists, and Nurses
were out in the field treating patients. If they didn’t have the data they
needed, their job would become significantly harder. I was proud to be their
point person, knowing that I was supporting a team whose work profoundly
impacted people's lives.
To
succeed as a home health professional, you must be smart, independent, and
compassionate. This agency was home to some of the best clinicians I have ever
encountered. In fact, they were not just exceptional professionals but also
some of the best people I’ve had the privilege to know. Their dedication and
kindness inspired me deeply. They made me want to be a better person.
Before
this chapter of my career, I worked for a satellite company. At first, I was
thrilled. I’ve always loved space, and the thought of contributing to that field
was exhilarating. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that the company was one
of the more poorly run organizations I had ever come across. This contrast made me
appreciate my role at the Home Health Agency even more, where collaboration and
meaningful work created an environment where I could truly thrive.
After
working in such a toxic atmosphere, transitioning to the home health agency
felt like I could breathe again, and it was a welcome relief. The positivity
and purpose in that environment were like finding a place where I truly
belonged—a home where my contributions mattered, and I was part of something
meaningful.
What
made my time at the Home Health Agency even more special was the lifelong bonds
formed with a group of extraordinary people. They became more than friends, they
became my family. We shared laughter, challenges, and moments that strengthened
our connection beyond work. Even though we faced the heartbreak of losing
Christopher from cancer, his memory continues to inspire and unite us. Lossing
him left a void that we still feel, but his memory continues to bring us
together, reminding us of the love we share.
While
several in our group have moved to different places, our sisterhood remains
unshaken. Peg’s cabin in the breathtaking mountains of West Virginia serves as
our sanctuary, a place where laughter echoes, tears are shared, and love heals.
These gatherings are a testament to the strength of the bond we forged years
ago, and they remind us of the importance of cherishing the people who enrich
our lives.
This
past weekend, on March 28th, we reunited once again at the cabin aptly named
'Moondance.' As always, the hours seemed to disappear as we talked late into
the night, catching up on each other’s lives while savoring martinis,
cocktails, and wine. The meals were nothing short of extraordinary, thanks to
the culinary and bartending talents of the group.
All
good things must come to an end, and Sunday arrived way too quickly. With tearful
goodbyes came, a moment filled with equal parts sadness and gratitude for the
memories we'd made and our lasting friendship. The only comfort was the
certainty that we would meet again, and the promise of future laughter, love,
and connection.
Since
I moved and semi-retired, two Hugh changes in my life, the connection with my
Wonderful Women of West Virginia has taken on a deeper significance. There is
nothing better than knowing you have a group of people who truly understand
you, who can share in life's joys and provide solace during its challenges. Our
time together is a reminder that even as life moves on, the bonds we cherish
remain constant and unwavering.
To
emphasize the importance of Food and Drink in our weekends, I have decided to highlight them in separate
posts. My plan going forward is to post Monday and Wednesday.