Today I had to call two partner agencies to notify them of a client death. It was a new client and the death, so far, isn't related to the service. There was no calmly waiting for an acceptable amount of time while balancing stoicism and sympathy. Just a simple call between professionals to advise them that they won't be working with the client, they don't even get to get out of the gate. Business concluded, call terminated, get back to taking care of the matters of the living.
It isn't easy though. This is the first time I've ever been officially responsible for telling one person about the death of another. I could happily wind back the clock and never cross this bridge again.
When you work in high risk domestic abuse, you immediately take on the very real likelihood that you will have to deal with death. It doesn't come with the territory, it is the territory. But this isn't how you expect it to occur. There's no prediction that things won't end well. You can't say you tried, you did everything right, you followed procedure, you did all you could. You didn't. You didn't even start, because there wasn't even the chance. Close the file, end proceedings and leave it to the next group of professionals to do what they do.
I'll be fine about it. Take on the new experience, rationalise the events as I understand them. Questions will get asked, I'll answer them. I'll continue to see the hope in the work we can do. Afterall, there's no shortage of clients in this business. Just for now though, it's a little bit bleak.