My ex-boss died today at 44. Despite me having quit over a year ago because of irreconcilable differences we parted in good terms, so much so that I kept in regular touch with the staff and him whom I considered friends after almost 8 years of working with them. I made little favors for them and he personally assisted me on various occasions on personal matters.
I woke up to the news today that he had “just dropped dead” on Sunday while taking a walk, his second heart attack, the first at 30. My heart bled thinking of his three small children, whom he ADORED, he is the man I always thought as the perfect father. His wife is left to clean up the mess and pick up the pieces of their lives.
How can somebody so young, so loved, so successful, so smart, so funny, so happy “just drop dead”. That is fucked up. I am mad. I am furious. I wish I believed in God so I would challenge him to a duel, but, alas! I have nobody to fight with.
Goodby Mr. P. This saddened me more than you would have thought.