Losing a job I loved

One of my saddest moments happened the day I opened my mail and found a letter from the Lake Shore Visitor, the Catholic newspaper where I worked. I was puzzled. Then I read it. It was a typewritten note telling me that my job was being terminated, and I was being let go.

That's when I realized that the meeting I had with the editor a month or so earlier was a quiet way of preparing me for losing my job. I felt such a loss. I had really put my heart into the work and didn't see this coming.