The Hairafter

Early last week I learned of the passing of one of my most adored regular clients. Her name was Olivia, and she was an amazing women. She was a mother, a grandmother, and a friend to many. Although this retired social worker was in her 70s, she had a spirit that was younger than some of my friends in their 30s. I always looked forward to her visits because, as a single mother and someone who spent her life working with the public, we could relate to each other and the conversation always had a significant impact on me. Olivia had been in my shoes, and always had sound advice and a positive outlook. Her passing came as a shock, and it was sad to know I wouldn't see her walk through the door again.

Losing Olivia had me thinking a lot about our roles in client's lives and, ultimately, the role they play in ours. Upon finding out about Olivia,  my immediate reaction was the funeral and the idea of being able to pay my respects. As the day went on I found my mind wandering back to past funerals of clients I have been to, and how awkward I always felt. If you had never met anyone else in their life, and you show up alone, everyone is looking to figure out how their loved one had come to be close enough to you to warrant your  presence at this very private time. Not that anyone would dare say anything, but it always feels strange to mourn a client's passing along side family and friends. The most interesting part, and the part that I believe makes it so emotional for us stylists, is that we probably knew this person better than their friends and family. Clients divulge everything to us because we are safe. We know if they are happy or sad, and  who they like and dislike. The trials and tribulations of their lives are laid out every 4-6 weeks............ in great detail. Knowing what we know, it is impossible not to experience grief when they leave us, and we have earned that right.
As sad as it is losing a dear client, it is an amazing opportunity that we have as stylists to touch so many lives. Too often we go to work to do our "job", and miss the benefits of our chosen career. It's the little things........

This weekend is Memorial weekend, the unofficial start of summer, at least in Detroit. Pools will open, kids will soon be out of school, and being behind the chair can be tough will all the perfect weather going on outside! Use this weekend to regroup and recharge, and come back feeling inspired and ready to focus.