When Friends Must Leave

There is that old saying “only the good die young” and its hit me here a bit of late.  As we humans get older, its dawned on me that its damned hard to make friends.  Its like some cosmic button was pushed, lever was thrown, or force field was erected. We just cannot seem to engage with others like even my 8-year old daughter has the power to do.  It just gets fucking hard to make a friend. I wonder why.  Perhaps as we age, we become too self-fulfilled or its just harder to reach out to someone.

In my case, I did reach out to a co-worker.  Its a long story and it goes somewhat like this.  I started working at Levanta and met this rather miraculous guy that I have blogged about before.  We started out not on the best of terms. He wanted me to do other things but we ended up with him reporting to me of all things.  Strange, eh?  But the next thing I found out was the level of his friendship.  He is a loyal, trustworthy, and devoted person when you find him as a friend.  An outspoken critic, a sledgehammer wielder, a person who saw things a different way and stretched to reach them.

Now that person’s days are numbered and I just don’t get it.  I’m sad and crying on the inside because he was more to me because it took effort.  Perhaps that’s the last thing.  It takes effort to be and make a friend.  Lots of effort and its worth it; but my track record of finding friends at work is bad.  Each time I’ve done it, I’ve not done well.  This time is the worst and I feel for my friend Dave.

I’m sorry for the other co-workers, for the others that worked around him. Others that knew of his generosity of spirit and mind.  Come back to us Dave.

Its not your time yet.

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