A former boss of mine was murdered yesterday while attempting to protect his employees.
It is a tragic story. Someone died who shouldn't have.
And yet all I can remember is how this guy, my former boss, harassed me for a year when I was first diagnosed and then subsequently hospitalized. This man was singlehandedly responsible for putting me into the hospital twice after making certain conditions worse with the stress he put me through.
That doesn't mean he deserved to die. Of course he didn't. I am just having a hard time distancing my experience with him and the news of his untimely demise. Sometimes the dead aren't nice people.
Friday, April 24, 2009
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Damn, Grace. I don't have any idea of what to say about something like this.
How are you doing?
People die all the time. Some of them are liked. Loved. Hated. Cherished. Despised. I've mourned the deaths of some and I've danced on the graves of others.
Some die young. Some old. But all of them die.
In many ways, life was more difficult than it should have been at that period in my life. A few people actively made it worse, and this man was one of them. One day I'll look back with slight ambivalence, I'm sure. One day.
I feel pity for his family. It is a shame people die before they get to enjoy the fruits of their labours. It is a sharp reminder that all we leave behind for those around us are memories.
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