🌻 The Safety of Healing — A Reflection for Sheryl

Simply Flava | Health & Wellness

Some people move through work as if they are clocking time.

Then there are those rare souls, like Sheryl, who turn work into ministry.

She once told a patient, “Hold on, I’ll print your referral and fax it myself.”

That was Sheryl in a nutshell — no fuss, no ego, just love in motion.

She stepped down from her Patient Care Coordinator role to the front desk,

but she never stepped away from excellence.

She knew the job inside and out, and she knew what mattered most — patients feeling safe, seen, and cared for.

I often think about her now, especially when the clinic feels noisy or scattered.

I wrap myself in the blanket she left behind — the one she brought in for me when she saw I was cold — and I remember her quiet way of restoring calm.

That blanket still carries her warmth, her presence, her peace.

Before she passed, Sheryl gave me Dr. David Hanscom’s book Back in Control.

At the time I didn’t realize how meaningful it would become.

Now I understand: she was handing me a path.

Dr. Hanscom believes we hold pain in our bodies — that healing comes when we create safety through breath, forgiveness, and letting go.

That’s the same truth Sheryl lived every day.

She knew recovery begins when people feel safe — when they trust their caregivers, their bodies, and themselves.

Working in the same 500 unit where Dr. Hanscom once practiced, I feel the echo of that legacy.

He stepped away from surgery to focus on holistic recovery.

She quietly carried that same vision at the desk, helping people feel cared for before a doctor ever entered the room.

Sheryl wouldn’t have much patience for the unseasoned energy around these halls today — she’d give that little side-eye and say, “They need more seasoning, Susan.”

And she’d be right.

She came from a generation that didn’t wait for direction; she simply did what needed to be done.

I miss her terribly, but I also see her every day — in the way I move through work,

in the way I breathe before reacting,

in the way I try to make people feel safe.

Her lessons didn’t end with her life; they became part of mine.

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“She didn’t need to be told what to do — she already knew what love looked like in action.”

— Bean the Cat ☕🌻

🎃 In loving memory of Sheryl — the kind of soul who could heal a heavy day with a laugh, a blanket, or a faxed referral.

💛 Her spirit still lingers in every act of kindness, every patient’s smile, and every moment we choose compassion over complaint.

Some people leave more than memories — they leave warmth, wisdom, and love in motion.

Sheryl taught me that healing begins with safety, kindness, and presence.

Her laughter still echoes in the hallways, her care still ripples through the patients she touched,

and her warmth still wraps around me in the blankets she left behind.

This reflection is for her… for every seasoned soul who shows love not through words, but through action. 🌻💛

The Safety of Healing — In Memory of Sheryl