My mate died last week. I only found out today. Muslim fella so already buried. Absolute shame. One of the good guys. Mature student doing his Masters while working full time Monday to Friday, then some how cramming 32 hours in (part time) from Friday evening ‘til Monday morning while looking after his father who has some chronic illness.
We worked together but in different departments. I always made time to have a chat with him and we had lunch together many times while we righted the wrongs of the world. Big into Depeche Mode and movies and books and just a good, good guy. Recently married and his wife in the process of getting her paperwork to move to America.
Lovely man. Never did no one no harm. Gone in his early 40s. I have no idea what happened.
When I say I always made time that sounds like I thought I was doing him a favour. I always looked forward to chatting with him. Made work somewhat bearable.