Today I Found Out That My Co-worker Of 5 Years Had Died
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I don’t know if I am upset over the fact that he is dead or over the way I found out…or both?
I found out about his death when I walked into my colleagues cubicle today to inquire about another colleague when I was informed that she was at Mark’s burial. Burial? The same Mark I saw just last week or so? Surely this most be some sort of mistake? Like a death typographical error…like God wanted to type Mart instead of Mark…but it wasn’t it was real. In fact it had been real for a few days now. Everybody in the office new about it…except me. How did that happen?
Turns out that since moving back to the Houston office my name has not been added to the department email list. So all the updates about Mark’s death, the card that was being sent out, the email about the burial details all those things…I never received any. But I was not upset at this, I was upset about the fact that I needed an email to know about a colleagues death. Upset that the whole office did not stop in front of my cubicle for like an hour or 2 to talk about his death and how he impacted lives.
Upset that work seemed to be moving on as if nothing happened. And that’s the thing that upsets me about life and death and that is that it continues whether we are here or not. I wish I could come up with something profound, but I really can’t. I guess I am upset because I fear that when I die people will not create an Ofili national holiday, that people will go on with their lives.
But in a little way I have hope and comfort that if we do live our lives to the fullest, fight for the voiceless, care for those who need it and love and love till we can give no more more love. If we could do that, then we should have no fear when its our time to go. And I guess that is the lesson I learned. Enjoy life…cause when you die…life must and will go on. But if you live life to the fullest then even death itself will fear us. In the words of Charles Bukowski:
We are here to drink BEER. We are here to kill WAR. We are here to LAUGH at the odds and LIVE our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us!
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