Death As We Know It

A few days ago, a nurse from my workplace took his own life. As is common with most major events at a large hospital, the place was abuzz with curiosity and speculation- the rumor mill working in full force.

And I barely knew this nurse. I think I only worked with him one time. Probably only spoke with him twice.

But yet, I feel a deep loss when I think about him and those who loved love him. Why his death should bring about such a powerful sadness in me, I do not know.

What I do know is that a life was ended. Too short.

What I do know is that my thoughts and prayers are with his family during this difficult time.

What I do know is that he was a son,

A grandson,

A friend,

A student,

A good nurse.

And neither the reasoning behind it nor the act itself can detract from the heartache or make his death any less tragic.

He was a nurse I barely knew, but he was someone important to many different people.

So tonight, I am going to take a moment to remember him. I am going to let my heart mourn him- be sad for a life not yet fully lived. And feel sorrow for all the 'could have beens.'

Please keep his family and friends in your prayers. I know I definitely will be.