A word of warning before anyone begins reading this: it's nothing but rambling, because I simply can't wrap my head around the level of grief some people have to endure.
A man that works in our office died over the weekend. He was a boisterous Irishman. When he walked into a room, everyone knew it. He exasperated the people that worked for him, but they will miss him all the same. His customers loved him. He could tell a story like no other. He was fun. He had a huge personality. I'm sure he crammed more living into 53 years than most centenarians. After having one drink with him, he was your buddy and he had your back - unless you crossed him.
His youngest child is a senior in high school, and the words "not fair" always come to mind in these situations.
I got a genuine kick out of him. I have only worked in the same room with him for a year and a half, and I will miss him. There is a huge void there now that will fade over a very long time, but it will always be remembered. His brother works at our office too. They sat back to back at their desks every day. In a rare moment sometime over the last year and a half, the brother shared with me just how close he was with his sibling. So he not only has to grieve the loss of a very close brother relationship, he can't even come to work and busy himself to take his mind off of the tragedy.
I have to go to the visitation tonight, and pay respects to a family I have never met.
My role in this is pretty limited. I'll say a lot of prayers for them and probably take them some food, because there is nothing else to do.