Jerry
Damn today was an odd day. Work went well, but what happened at work just about broke me. I was trying to cal a customer to collect on her car payment. Fucking 36 days past due and not returning my calls? Fuck that! I keeps it real! Anyways, according to the account info I saw that she works where I used to work. So I knew she couldn't get calls at work. But HAH! I'm tight with the site directors EA. Kinda lost touch with her for awhile, but I was able to get her extention and call her up. We bullshitted for a little bit, told her what I was doing now, etc. I asked her if she knew the person I needed to talk to. She said she would be happy to drop a note on her desk, which is great, because now she knows I can get to her at work. Bitch better return my call tomorrow.
During our conversation though, she asked me if I remembered Jerry. Now Jerry was there, working security when I came in as head of Security for the building, before I actualy went to work FOR them. The man trained me how to do everything, then I was technically his manager. He was the greatest guy, old enough to be my grand father though. Which is how I kinda though about him. Jerry was someone I could always depend on. He'd fill in shifts when others couldn't make it. He's stay a little late when I was running late. Even when I stopped doing security and went to work for the company, we still talked, or had smoke breaks outside and shot the shit. He was an old Navy guy, and damn did he have a shit load of interesting stories to tell.
Well during the talk with the EA, she informed me that Jerry had passed away at the end of last year. He died of throat cancer, and from what I hear it set on fairly quickly. I had lost touch with Jerry, so I missed his funeral, and I never got the chance to say goodbye to an old dear friend. This is the first time in my 31 years on this earth that a death has affected me lke this. I've known people, aquaintences, distant family members who passed. I was never close with them though, so I never knew what the pain of losing someone was really like. Jerry may have been just a friend, but he was a damn good one, and I felt guilt for not keeping in touch. I actually had to leave my desk and go outside, and for some reason I just about broke down, because I've never had death strike that close to me before. He may have passed last year, but for me it seems like yesterday. I guess people deal with death, each in their own ways.
Bleh..anyways, thought I'd share a story with everyone. Just paying a little tribute to a man I had the honor of calling my friend. Rest in piece, Jerry Hart. Goodbye, old friend.
During our conversation though, she asked me if I remembered Jerry. Now Jerry was there, working security when I came in as head of Security for the building, before I actualy went to work FOR them. The man trained me how to do everything, then I was technically his manager. He was the greatest guy, old enough to be my grand father though. Which is how I kinda though about him. Jerry was someone I could always depend on. He'd fill in shifts when others couldn't make it. He's stay a little late when I was running late. Even when I stopped doing security and went to work for the company, we still talked, or had smoke breaks outside and shot the shit. He was an old Navy guy, and damn did he have a shit load of interesting stories to tell.
Well during the talk with the EA, she informed me that Jerry had passed away at the end of last year. He died of throat cancer, and from what I hear it set on fairly quickly. I had lost touch with Jerry, so I missed his funeral, and I never got the chance to say goodbye to an old dear friend. This is the first time in my 31 years on this earth that a death has affected me lke this. I've known people, aquaintences, distant family members who passed. I was never close with them though, so I never knew what the pain of losing someone was really like. Jerry may have been just a friend, but he was a damn good one, and I felt guilt for not keeping in touch. I actually had to leave my desk and go outside, and for some reason I just about broke down, because I've never had death strike that close to me before. He may have passed last year, but for me it seems like yesterday. I guess people deal with death, each in their own ways.
Bleh..anyways, thought I'd share a story with everyone. Just paying a little tribute to a man I had the honor of calling my friend. Rest in piece, Jerry Hart. Goodbye, old friend.