My temporary job ended this week. There are regulations surrounding how long federal government departments can hire casual employees during a calendar year, and I had reached the end of that term.
So, on Thursday, those I share an office with made me a cake.
Those I worked with took me to lunch, bought me flowers, and signed cards.
There were hugs, and sad faces, and encouraging words.
It is a long road and a far cry from when I last had to leave a job. Pats on the back are far more comforting than knives in them. And it is not Christmas, it is the awakening of summer. While my heart is sad and I am afraid, my confidence is not broken.
This time with sadness there is gratitutde. This time with fear there is faint hope. Always there are cookies for comfort.