Sharing the Load

On the morning of Tue September 29th (the 20th anniversary of my husband, John’s, death), I had a vivid dream. I had stayed the night at John’s sister’s place and, over morning coffee, I told her husband about my dream:

I had been carrying a friend’s knapsack. But it was weirdly heavy…because, I soon realized, it had a brick in it. My friend was also carrying a knapsack, also with a brick in it. I guess I had offered to carry one of her knapsacks for her.

Anyway, the knapsack I was carrying got a little heavy so I asked a guy, who happened to be standing nearby, if he could help me take it off. I had tried to take it off myself, but the strap was tangled around my wrist. He said sure…and was just starting to untangle the strap from my wrist when I woke up.

When I told John’s sister’s husband about the dream, he looked at me said, “Oh…well, that’s easy to interpret. You’re obviously carrying a heavy load on your shoulders and would like a little help easing the burden…preferably from a special guy.”

Umm…yeah.

I threw back my head and laughed. He was absolutely right. I have placed a significant load on my shoulders, choosing to continue tackling the enormous and extremely complicated issue of workplace safety (among the myriad of other issues and projects I am trying to address at any given time).

But that’s who I am. It’s how I roll. And I won’t be changing anytime soon.

What I would like, though, is a great guy to help share the load…but not in the sense of carrying the load for me. Rather, I just want a guy who can help me take the damn brick-laden knapsack off my shoulders now and then…just so we can have some fun together…

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