After eight or nine years of living with prostate cancer, my (former) boss is no longer living with prostate cancer.
To say that I am at a bit of a loss would be accurate.
We knew this was coming. Eventually. Some day.
I saw him on Friday.
By Sunday afternoon, he was gone.
And now, the thing he wanted most to avoid is in the process of unfolding, namely, his family is having to sift through a not-quite-finished business. He so wanted to get his loose ends tied up and save them from having to deal with the mess, thirty-five years in the making.
And of course I’m in the mix of things. Because I have some information and some perspective on it, which his wife does not have.
And though I knew this was coming I am still wholly unprepared.
There’s a lot of running around (mentally) like my hair is on fire.
This is the part of adulthood that really, really sucks.