Lost a good friend and coworker of 23 years today.
Spent the weekend in Miami watching the Steelers (and stuff) with him (and 12 others) and I'm the one to find his body today after he got electrocuted in some switchgear at work.
After it became obvious there was no bringing him back I made the call to his brother. ...not a pleasant moment in my life. While I can't imagine the agony when I see his wife and daughters I really wonder why I don't feel worse atm.
Maybe I am an apathetic monster. I certainly should be showing/feeling more grief.
Maybe I really am a broken human being.
If you were an apathetic monster, I doubt he would have been a life-long friend? So sorry for your lose man!
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