Reposting this as my beloved Chuck died suddenly yesterday. I am devastated. He worked so hard his whole life. I feel like I may never recover.
My boyfriend is a roofer, and a harder worker you will never find. I watch him go out there, day after day, in blistering heat and inclement weather, and slowly destroy his body. He has broken his fingers, put nails through various body parts, fallen off roofs, and is constantly cut, bruised, scraped and battered. It’s truly a thankless job.
He also faces skyrocketing supply costs, crippling regulations, unreliable employees, overwhelming insurance costs, a bewildering gauntlet of varying permit requirements from one city to the next, unscrupulous competitors who are known to call OSHA just to slow roofers down or leave false negative reviews about the competition on line. He also spends a fortune in gas to give free quotes to people who then do not follow through. And yet occasionally he will help someone free of charge when he can see that they cannot afford some desperately needed work.
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Oh wow. I am so so sorry! May light and love be yours so that you may find peace. Big hugs!
Thanks Jackie. I’m not coping well.
I’m sure you aren’t, I hope you have someone with you at this time. 😦
My sister is here, but I’m out of state in a hotel. I feel sorry for whoever gets to sit next to me on the airplane on Thursday while I blubber.
OMG! I’m so sorry for your loss. I don’t have the necessary words of comfort, I was never good at them but I’m here, even if you just need to talk. Big hugs.
Thanks Anju. Hugs.
May all your memories of the joyful times get you through this, Hang on tight. I am praying for your strength and love to find your peace.
Thanks Carole. I need all the prayers I can get.