Where I was...

We all have memories of where we were on 9/11, I was in 6th grade clueless of what had happened. We remember where we were during the 2008 election results, I was in my dorm watching closely to the history that was being made. Some of us may even remember where we were when Michael Jackson died, I was at home with my sisters there was a huge rain storm that took down a lot of branches and hit our county the hardest. I was at El Charros when I found out. These are major events that I can compare to everyone.
But who remembers where they were 3 years ago today?
I do.
And its not because of something good or exciting that happened. Its not really something that I want to remember but it is always something that I will. No matter how long it has been since 2007, I will always remember I was the barer of bad news at work that early Saturday St. Patrick's morning.

I had just woken up, it had to be around 8:30am, and I was just walking out of my room when my mom came walking to my room. (Man I can remember this like its yesterday) She said we needed to talk and I thought nothing of it. But maybe I should have.

I'm not sure why it hit me so hard, except for the fact that I had become really close to the ones that this all effected in the past year. Before I could call her my friend, but we were co-workers now and saw each other a lot more.

I knew I had to be the barer of bad news that morning and I did not know how it was going to go. I think I cried at home, but not like when I walked into work that morning. I was suppose to be excited for the birthday kids that day, how could I not be. But I knew that day would be a hard one.

I didn't hide my feelings, pulling open the door I can remember my boss greeting me upfront by the bright yellow wall. And for the first time I remember she gave me a hug that I needed while I let all the emotions go. Whomever I was working with that day had no clue what was going on with our co-worker. Only a few did and I think they were new and had never met each other. But I do remember them coming around the corner concerned and distraught over what was happening.

I knew I could get through the day and make it the best I could. Something/someone was pushing me through. Though everyone could tell I was not as focused as usual. In between parties I ran down to get something to drink at the coffee shop but could only bring myself to take down some apple juice.

The fresh air seemed to refocus me and upon reentering the building and someone being at the desk whom we all knew. I think it was a family member. We shared the news and continued to talk though I have no clue what about. I knew I couldn't do the skit at the beginning of the party and even at that point so many emotions ran through me I couldn't keep them all in.

At the end of the 2nd party, I was asked if being there that day was keeping me from thinking about everything. It was to some extent. I mean at home I wouldn't have been all involved with more information but it would be there for me to think about and hear with some phone calls here and there.

I know I ended up staying a little later and working the desk that afternoon. Never really focusing on what was happening around me.

Life had just been taken from my girl scout friend and co-workers' dad the night before. Almost one year to the day of his diagnosis. One of the nicest people I ever met.

The beast took him too soon from his family. We were so close to graduating. But we all kind of new that he wasn't going to make it another year.

Mr. Arsa is the reason why I remember where I was 3 years ago today. It was suppose to be another normal day at work, but it for sure wasn't. It's a day that will always be with me and I will always remember. 3/17/07