It’s always difficult to lose a friend to death. My friend Pam Sadler died following an asthma attack and I can’t help but feel her loss.
We worked at the same radio company and only ever saw enough of each other long enough to say a simple hello, a nod or a smile as we passed each other. I was a part of the air staff, working nights and graveyard, while she worked in sales during the day.
So it is easy to see that we really had no chance of meeting — that is until chance intervened. It was the early morning hours of November 14, 2010 – I was working in the news room when I heard a noise coming from the sales office area.
Quietly, I walked into the maze of cubicles while listening to the sound of a woman softly crying. Near the farthest wall I found Pam, sitting at her desk with a tissue covering her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked as quietly as possible.
She jumped in her seat and let out an expletive adding, “You scared me!”
“I’m sorry,” I replied, asking again, “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” she said at first, quickly changing her answer, “No, I’m really frustrated.”
And that’s how I officially met Pam. We spent the next 15-20 minutes talking about life, work, children, hopes and dreams.
It was one of the best conversations I can ever recall having such a short time-span. I had to return to do the news at the top of the hour and she left for home, hoping to get a couple of hours of sleep before returning to work.
When I got home that morning, I switched on my computer to check my Facebook page. There I found this message waiting for me:
“Thank you again for talking with me this morning. It made me evaluate what I need to take care of and to take care of me for a change. I’m just going to focus on what I love to do and do my best at it. Thank you to my newest friend. This will be a conversation only held between you and me. By the way — sorry for making you nervous this morning. Have a good day and week. – Pam”
I’m so glad I saved that message – almost as happy about that as I’m sad that she’s gone from this earth.