When I speak of high work ethics, integrity and skill sets
there are many other colleagues who have my admiration and respect. Deborah is another one of those friendships
that have grown from our mutual work experience and has become a solid relationship
outside of work.
We first met when I transferred
out of Projects and into Operations. I
landed on the same floor only a few offices from Deb. We had mutual work relations due to our
bosses’ portfolios and it wasn’t long before I saw her dedication and
professionalism. She kindly invited me to
join her fold of lunch girls, one of whom I worked closely with, Palo. So Deb, Palo, Natalya and I would
occasionally have lunch or coffee together.
Slowly our friendship developed since we were both busy ladies and
socializing had to take a back seat for many a long day.
As things evolved another good
colleague organized a hiking trip to Canmore and we had so much fun that we
decided to do it again the following year.
Then the unimaginable happened.
Deborah’s beloved husband passed away in a terrible accident the day
before our hike and Deb had to call me to let me know the sad news so that I
could pass on the information to the other ladies. Such a terrible way to discover how much Deb
and I cared about each other. Deb and
her husband Randal had been to my 60th birthday party and Randal was
someone that Mom connected with in a remarkable way. Mom is rather conservative and doesn’t give
out friendship easily but for some reason she very much connected with Randal
so she was as devastated by his passing as I was.
It was very shortly after this
that I retired and it is incredible to say but Deborah’s and my friendship has
grown stronger since my retirement. She
is the glue that brings so many of our colleagues together for potluck BBQs at
her place. Deb and I talked often on the
phone and her travels to my home were numerous even before my illness. She retired a little later than I but we are
both loving our freedom.
Deb has a wonderful, dry sense of
humour and she also has a sweet daughter who I have come to enjoy also. And she has a little grandchild that I am
longing to see out here on the farm with the chickens. It will be something else, I am guessing.
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