The Passage of Time

It is truly amazing how little control we have on our own lives. Yet, with great effort, we attempt to manipulate all that is around us. We put so much time into wearing the right clothes, driving the right car, getting the right education. We must go on vacation to a grand place so we can tell all of our friends. But no matter what we buy, where we go, and what we wear, in the end the only things that matters is who you loved. This simple truth was hammered home to me this week. This week, Sonny, a coworker and friend died. He died suddenly and cruelly from a heart attack. He had his heart attack while driving which then caused a car accident. He was dead at the scene.

Sonny was the most irritating person I had ever met. He would piss you off and then just walk away. He also liked to laugh and tell jokes. I had worked closely with him for over 3 years. Everyday I would come in to work and he would say Good Morning. It didn't matter what we had fought about the day before, he always had a kind word for me the next morning. He had the biggest of hearts. My children thought the world of him. Until the day he died, he kept pictures my children drew for him up on the filing cabinet next to his desk. He offered to teach my son how to catch a baseball since, being a single mom, there was no one else to do it. He would do anything for anybody.

I will miss him. Work will never be the same.