Today was a bad day. One of my favorite people on the planet, my boss, passed away. He was only about 3-4 years older than me and he was just the best.

Besides being fun, fair, generous, smart & balls to the wall loyal, he was just a good guy. True story- I had a boss at another firm that was chronically abusive to me and when he found out what happened to me on a regular basis (I’ll tell that story one day, but not now), he made sure everyone involved in the hiring process knew about it when they applied for a position. I was touched when his boss told me “he told me you fucking hate them and they were abusive and that’s good enough for me. There’s no way I would consider them”. In all honesty, I would have quit had they looked at or hired them. I’m still dealing with the psychological fallout of working with them between 2009-2014. My amazing boss saw that and built me up and valued me and what I do and I will forever be grateful.

I don’t want to go into his health challenges, but I will say this: on top of other challenges he had the last couple of years “Covid is still an issue. Long Covid is real.  Pneumonia is serious. If you feel sick, go to the doctor. You’re not as tough as you think”. I begged this man multiple times, as did others, to go to the doctor, but he was fine and didn’t have time, now I’ve lost a friend, a boss and a role model.

I’m tired of crying, I feel for his family (he and his wife were high school sweethearts) I’m scared for the future and I miss him a lot already. 

Times like this make me wish I subscribed to a religion. He was catholic, maybe I’ll go light a candle for him. It’s been decades since I was in my old church, but I’ll make an exception for him.

If you don’t feel well, please go to the doctor. I don’t want to lose more friends. 

I’m so sad you guys. 2023 has been an awful year, full of heartache and loss due to death. I hope there is some light and love to heal my heart in my future. I’m sick of crying.