Thou Art Mortal
It is Monday and I am worn out from the short nights of last weekend. Walked into work and don’t even make it to my office and an HR lady approaches me. I’m like, uh oh, got another audit and 2 days to prep? But no she tells me that the Business Office Manager’s husband died Saturday while sleeping in his recliner. Whoa!
Mortality check. Dude was not that old. 55 I would guess. He recently had some surgery, so you wonder if that contributed to his demise. There’s going to be autopsy. He’s not much older than me.
Really picked a bad week, cause the Dean for the Business Office is on vacation. So everyone is being real stiff like, as these folks don’t have direction today and each one of the lady’s visited my office with a “Did you know about so and so?” I’m never comfortable in this situation. Don’t like to chit chat about this, but don’t want to be heartless.
This is a day when people think more about what is to come. I do not worry about death. As a Christian the whole thing is taken care of. To fear it would be blasphemy. The concern has to be about those who remain. So I guess I need to stop blogging and make an appointment with a lawyer to get some loose ends taken care of.
