It has been a tough, albeit short, work week. A dear coworker and his wife tragically lost their son two nights ago to an asthma attack. Their son was young and healthy (mid 20's) and had successfully managed asthma his whole life. Yet in a blink, he was gone.
I can't wrap my mind around this. I don't know what to say to them. My coworker and his wife stopped in to the office today and all we could do was cry together. Which seems counter productive to my "fix-it" nature, but I suspect it is all anyone can do. They are handling the routine affairs, sleepwalking through the things that are required when someone passes. Grieving with someone is also necessary. So I sat at my desk, all blotchy and red nosed (I am the ugliest crier EVER!).
Last night Rob asked if he could stay out late after work. His girlfriend had invited him over and he would, he said, be home a bit after midnight. My wife sighed. Rob coming in, even when he tries to be really quiet, results in the puppy barking like a maniac for a few seconds. Not long, but just long enough to waken my wife who has trouble returning to sleep.
I am normally pretty sympathetic to her. She and I both have crazy levels of work demands and I get her need for sleep. Last night though, all I could say to her was how lucky we are that he was going to walk in the door at midnight. We have friends who would give anything right now to get awakened at midnight with their son coming home. We are blessed.