I am in my early 30s, and I just experienced the death of a friend of mine. For whatever reason, this seems like a first death for me. I had an elderly friend nearly a decade ago who passed away, whom I miss, and think of more often than I would have expected. I had another elderly friend who I died, whom I do not miss, as his death was plagued by hospital fraud and vulture friends grabbing power of attorney/his estate fraudulently that only I stood up against. I don't allow myself to be pained by it. You cannot help those who refuse to help them self. But, this old man, who I worked for on a weekly basis as his gardener, who just passed, I will definitely miss. And, I don't think it is going away, as I think I may continue working for his property/family. It is just not going to be the same, and I don't think it should be. I almost feel like not a day should go by working there that I should not try to think of him at least for a brief moment. He was a former military captain and texan man, who was just great to be around. He/we had so many plans for his property, that are now cut short. He passed away after having a surgery last week. My guess is that he passed from all the pain meds he was on post surgery.
Can anyone relate to my feeling about this? As long as I am on this mans property, and around his family, I really feel I shouldn't let his memory be lost. Almost as if it is a responsibility of mine.
