Comfort
I have a coworker with whom I haven’t always had the easiest of relationships—but she’s one of those people who never has an easy relationship with everyone, so I think everyone else at the workplace could say the same thing. She has been a generous source of comfort since everything started happening—letting me know that she didn’t need me to talk about it with her, that she just wants me to know that she’s thinking about me, and reminding me with hugs and hand squeezes.
Even today, when I’m coping visibly better and everyone is done offering their sympathy, she came in and held my hand for a few seconds. And I appreciate that so much. Really I still need all the comfort I can get, and receiving that comfort in unexpected places helps get me through the day and reminds me that I’m not alone.
