I dont share personal things like this too often, nor do I start threads about these kind of things. However, this time I will.
Doing what I do for a living, death is something that I have to deal with on a frequent basis. However, rarely does it hit me hard on a personal level. 5 years ago I met a a gentleman in a Nursing Home that I was working with, he was a Veteran and was an absolute joy to talk to. Regardless of his situation, he always had a smile on his face and a great story to tell. No matter where I was working, I always found a a way to stop by at least once a week to say hello and chat it up. About a week ago, when I went to say hello, the bed was empty. Instant pit in the bottom of my stomach. There were some complications, and the thought was that he would pull through.
I received a phone call this morning, my friend is no longer with us. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Selfishly, I expected him to pull through like he always had, and never made it to say goodbye.
He was the kind of man that taught me that no matter the situation, there was always a way to find humor in life. Always a reason to smile. Always a reason to be happy. I will never forget the stories he told me and the laughs that we shared. He was a good friend, and one that I will surely miss.
Doing what I do for a living, death is something that I have to deal with on a frequent basis. However, rarely does it hit me hard on a personal level. 5 years ago I met a a gentleman in a Nursing Home that I was working with, he was a Veteran and was an absolute joy to talk to. Regardless of his situation, he always had a smile on his face and a great story to tell. No matter where I was working, I always found a a way to stop by at least once a week to say hello and chat it up. About a week ago, when I went to say hello, the bed was empty. Instant pit in the bottom of my stomach. There were some complications, and the thought was that he would pull through.
I received a phone call this morning, my friend is no longer with us. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Selfishly, I expected him to pull through like he always had, and never made it to say goodbye.
He was the kind of man that taught me that no matter the situation, there was always a way to find humor in life. Always a reason to smile. Always a reason to be happy. I will never forget the stories he told me and the laughs that we shared. He was a good friend, and one that I will surely miss.
