I’ve sat in your chair at least a hundred times. I’ve sat there and at least a hundred times you’ve listened to me as I’ve shared stories about my Mom, my grief, my loss, my fears and my journey. At least a hundred times you’ve cried with me, laughed with me and hugged me when I talk about my Mom
I’ve left that chair feeling beautiful, encouraged, not alone and like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
I’ve left that chair feeling normal on my grief journey. I’ve even left it stained with tears from missing her.
I’ve shared stories about her with you and it didn’t even matter that you never met her. You ask questions about her and care about her because while I’m in that chair, she becomes your Mom too.
I’ve sat in that chair on some of the hardest days in my grief journey knowing that you would never look at me any differently. Knowing I would get out of that chair and leave feeling like a better person on the inside and outside.
To my hairdresser that reminds me every time I am in that chair how proud of me my Mom would be, thank you. I know I don’t say it enough, I know most days you probably just feel like you are “just” a hairdresser but you are so much more.
To me the griever, the one you’ve walked this grief journey with for two years and loved me through it every single time I’ve been in that chair, thank you.
I don’t think you will ever know how important your job truly is and will always be.