I just found out last night that an old friend passed away. He was an early boss of mine at a pharmaceutical company, an interesting, crazy English guy. Good boss, odd fellow, brilliant - who taught me alot about balancing work with family. He adored his wife and family - truly did. He was an odd duck in the corporate world - he wore suits just like the rest of them, but his were recycled from the early 60's - claimed that they were coming back in style (NOT!). Changed from his shoes to his slippers every day at work, and shuffled about in slippery hush puppies all day. We shared an office for years and he smoked like a chimney. The only way I could get some smoke free days was to bring my dog to work - he wasn't fond of dogs and would try to find another office to sit in all day, or work in the lab. I always felt that if I ever get lung cancer, it would be from him!!
And guess what he died from.
Damn - life is so short. I'd been meaning to get in touch with him after these last two secluded years...and it's too late.
I'll miss knowing he's out there - someone that I could get in touch with at any time, and know that contact would be welcome.
Go hug your loved ones...and call those old friends.