The river roads collect the tolls for the passage of our souls

[strange_selkie]

My forty-six-year-old department director died on Tuesday. It is very weird. We were a small department, up on the fifth floor of an old building and the female flotsam of a medium-sized association (we do have one guy now, the last person she hired). We are a tight dysfunctional family as far as work families go. No one is doing well today.

Comments

[sovay]

No one is doing well today.

*hugs*

[strange_selkie]

Hugs always appreciated. :) Emo cow!

[la_rainette]

*HUGS* Thinking of you

(not doing well here either, for entirely different reason, but -- yeah.)

[imaginarycircus]

Oh, sweetie. I am so sorry for your loss. I imagine move forward is going to be very difficult.

[weered1]

Very sorry :(

[strange_selkie]

I love the pic of Curly in your icon! New summer haircut, or blast from the past?

Thank you for commenting. It sucks a lot. When you only have eleven people, someone suddenly missing -- even if they just, you know, quit -- is so weird.

[weered1]

Blast from the past...before we knew he'd have a head of golden curls :)

I remember when a co-worker of mine from a previous job died suddenly. It was shocking and felt strange to walk past her old office. I can't imagine having been close to her like in your situation. sigh.

[farwing]

Oh, how awful. *hugs*