What Might Have Been
Apparently all I write about is extremely sad things. The truth is, I think about writing often, but somehow I never find the time. Or the words. Both, maybe.
One of my co-workers was killed in a car accident today. We weren't close, never hung out. But I enjoyed spending time with him at work. We had the same sense of humor, and could at least bond that way.
I think all my words have been exhausted in the hours I've spent with co-workers and friends at work and on the phone. I called my fellow managers and asked them all to come in tomorrow, to be with their associates to answer questions and console them. We'll have grief counselors there, which will be necessary and helpful.
My head is killing me.
