I have a colleague whose partner just died from cancer. It sucks on so many levels, one of which is that they’ve been together like 25 years and since my colleague is an lesbian in this little town, she can’t grieve as openly as she could if it had been a husband who had died. People at work know, and some don’t know what to say. Fortunately, she has a good network of friends for support.
They had a blueberry farm that they ran together. A couple of months ago, I bought a huge bag of blueberries from her. I still have some. She is selling the farm. She told me that the blueberries in my freezer are “the last of them”. I feel sad when I look at those blueberries.
