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Interruptus
Nov. 29th, 2021 09:22 pmI had stories for this.
Of concerts by the three members of Genesis-one longago seen and another just not seen- and of the four members of the Beatles in a studio and on a rooftop making amazing music. That post would have been fitting for this, the 20th anniversary of the death of George Harrison and with the 41st of John Lennon's death soon to be upon us.
Two deaths.
Can ya make that a little more personal?
Because my dog walk was interrupted at 8:something this morning by a call I retrieved on voicemail. From the wife of a client. She was reporting that he died on Thanksgiving, driving a long-haul truck and trying to make it back for the holiday. He never got past Indiana. He wasn't in the best of health- hell, who is?- but it still came as a shock.
But not as much as the news that came a little after 2.
After getting in the office, I'd called an accountant first thing this morning about a client's tax return I needed. Previous emails about it back to mid-October had gone unanswered. Still no response, so I'd texted the client and got a delivery confirmation, but a weird one. (Green versus blue iPhone text messages are a Mystery of Life I will never understand, and this was whatever it hadn't been before.) I then called the client and it went straight to voicemail. Nothing unusual there. But the return call from the accountant was:
Oh. You didn't know, then?
Our mutual client died in a construction site accident on a Sunday morning three weeks and a day ago- four days after I last saw him. He was about my age, a fellow professional of a different profession, but he always had a thing for building, and for doing things himself when they needed to get done.
It was in the papers and on the telly, but that was in Rochester, whencefrom no word reaches our fair city unless it involves either Wegmans or an injury at Buffalo Bills training camp. So, no, I didn't know, then.
One of my Rochester co-workers had seen the news coverage, not knowing he was a client of mine. He told me that at least one news report put the initial cause of the accident- a cave-in of a trench- on something my client's own brother either did or didn't do. I don't know if that's true, but I'm sure there's still plenty of loss and pain felt by that sibling, and his others, and their still-alive elderly parents, and of course my client's wife and children.
Arrangements were all arranged and done long before today. I have courts and opponents to notify, and messes to help clean.
As with our personal loss of last month, it highlights how fragile we all are and how precious each day is.
May your tomorrow be blessed. Starting with being tomorrow for all of us.
::hugs::
Of concerts by the three members of Genesis-one longago seen and another just not seen- and of the four members of the Beatles in a studio and on a rooftop making amazing music. That post would have been fitting for this, the 20th anniversary of the death of George Harrison and with the 41st of John Lennon's death soon to be upon us.
Two deaths.
Can ya make that a little more personal?
Because my dog walk was interrupted at 8:something this morning by a call I retrieved on voicemail. From the wife of a client. She was reporting that he died on Thanksgiving, driving a long-haul truck and trying to make it back for the holiday. He never got past Indiana. He wasn't in the best of health- hell, who is?- but it still came as a shock.
But not as much as the news that came a little after 2.
After getting in the office, I'd called an accountant first thing this morning about a client's tax return I needed. Previous emails about it back to mid-October had gone unanswered. Still no response, so I'd texted the client and got a delivery confirmation, but a weird one. (Green versus blue iPhone text messages are a Mystery of Life I will never understand, and this was whatever it hadn't been before.) I then called the client and it went straight to voicemail. Nothing unusual there. But the return call from the accountant was:
Oh. You didn't know, then?
Our mutual client died in a construction site accident on a Sunday morning three weeks and a day ago- four days after I last saw him. He was about my age, a fellow professional of a different profession, but he always had a thing for building, and for doing things himself when they needed to get done.
It was in the papers and on the telly, but that was in Rochester, whencefrom no word reaches our fair city unless it involves either Wegmans or an injury at Buffalo Bills training camp. So, no, I didn't know, then.
One of my Rochester co-workers had seen the news coverage, not knowing he was a client of mine. He told me that at least one news report put the initial cause of the accident- a cave-in of a trench- on something my client's own brother either did or didn't do. I don't know if that's true, but I'm sure there's still plenty of loss and pain felt by that sibling, and his others, and their still-alive elderly parents, and of course my client's wife and children.
Arrangements were all arranged and done long before today. I have courts and opponents to notify, and messes to help clean.
As with our personal loss of last month, it highlights how fragile we all are and how precious each day is.
May your tomorrow be blessed. Starting with being tomorrow for all of us.
::hugs::