He’s Gone
And we didn’t have the chance to say goodbye
9:15…I WhatsApped him in Surabaya. I asked if he would assist with some information.
2:30 pm…I WhatsApped him again and there was still no reply. Frustration was settling in.
3:30 pm….He’s gone.
He’s not down the hall.
He’s not having a coffee.
He’s not with a colleague.
He’s gone.
The forecasts don’t matter.
The proposal doesn’t matter.
The Q1 target doesn’t matter.
He’s gone. But I wish we’d known he was going.
We didn’t get the chance to play golf in Batam.
We didn’t get to have more awesome Indonesian food.
We didn’t get to do all of that, because he’s gone.
As for you my friends, there are people who love you and care for you.
Take care of yourself.
Get some exercise.
Eat healthy food.
Don’t let things stress you so much.
Reach out if you’re hurting.
Some of us want you to stay much longer.
Don’t go… Not yet.
