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Our boss Al worked for the company for 45 years. Most recently, he’d suffered from some health issues, including a heart condition and a stubborn wound that would not heal. He was 68 years old but he kept working, kept pushing forward. He never married and had no children. This morning, he was late for a meeting and didn’t answer his cell phone. The police were called and officer found him deceased, alone. in his home.
I think we all assumed Al would always be there. Work was his life and his workers were his family. It pains me a police officer who probably didn’t even know him found him today.
I’m haunted because at the end of our holiday breakfast Al was sitting alone, drinking coffee by himself. I should have than 5 minutes to sit with him and chit chat, ask what he was going to do for the holidays, if he had finished his shopping, blah, blah, blah.