I just learned that Michael, the dock manager at my store, died Monday from a very bad fall off of a ladder. He was a very uplifting, vibrant and easy-going guy. He worked twice as hard as just about everyone I know and almost always smiled while doing it. He's also been with the store since the mall was built. In fact, he's the one that set up the stockroom shelving and even some of the walls are arranged by his suggestions. To say that he will be missed is an understatement. Even now, as I go to work, I will be on the dock for the entirety of my shift. It will understandably be hard to focus.
I'll be fine. I've dealt with death before. I'm just not looking forward to the next few days because it never gets easier.