It’s been a rough week; Sunday night the world lost one of
the most beautiful, funny, charismatic souls to ever walk this earth.
For 2
years, he was my shift partner in crime, always managing to make everyone laugh
when everything was crashing around us. Always there to cause trouble with when
the night shifts were long, and it was dead. Just one of the nicest people you
could ever dream of meeting. And on Sunday night, he took his own life.
I’m struggling to come to terms with it all; he was always there
for everyone, and…..
There was not a bad bone in his body and he’s just gone.
This guy was my role model; he lost his mom less than a year
ago and he had a break down. Quit his job in the middle of the night, he lost
it. I spoke to him about 3 weeks ago, and he was doing so well. He had his crap
together, he sounded like himself again…he gave me hope.
He broke down, having a support system around him, siblings,
father, step mom. As I watch my mom get sicker. I am aware I don’t have that. I
am an only child, raised most of my life by a single mother. When she goes its
not going to be pretty. He gave me hope that there would be light at the end of
the tunnel and now I’m scared.
Sad and scared.
That said, right now, it’s time to drink Tequila, as we
often did after our last shift. This one
is for you, you beautiful bastard. I hope you found peace with your mom up
there.
