The Serious Post
I wasn't sure, am still not sure if I should blog about this. It's been on my mind all week and I probably would feel better if I wrote about it.
I heard on Monday that a friend (more of a close co-worker in reality) had committed suicide.
It has just blown me away, I cannot get my head around it at all.
He was only 33.
He and I started work around the same time 16 years ago. We both worked part time evenings. Our place is quite clicky so you tend to mix with the people you are on the same shift as. You sit together on break. Nights out you sit together etc.
The he went full time and onto days I followed a few years later.
He worked in the warehouse as the back door guy- checking off deliveries ( and there were lots).
I moved to a department that were always getting promotional posters, hanging boards etc delivered everyday, so it meant I was always up for a chat and a giggle at the back door with him.
He was always so layed back he was nearly lying down, never stressed out like the rest of us over stupid things.
I said it was clicky well this carried over to departments too.
We hated Stock Control, they hated us and so on.
We worked Sundays (double time baby) and Cath, Andy,Terry* and I would go for breakfast together. Sundays was kind of a laid back day- only one manager on duty so we would take liberties in the break room and half an hour would turn into 45 minutes.
I heard he had found a serious relationship, settled down and was going higher in the company.
Now this.
What a waste of a life.
I cant stop thinking about his family and how they must have felt finding him.
I cant get it off my mind, and I don't know why. I couldn't get to sleep for ages last night and I had to check WP was still breathing 3 times- He was so quiet.
Maybe writing this down in a kind of tribute to Terry will help lay him to rest in my mind. Who knows.
Or maybe if someone is feeling like he must have felt and they happen to read this maybe when they realise how many people it affects they will think again and look for another solution to their problem.
*not his real name
Labels: Death, Good Friends
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