The Midlife

Life is busy and hectic at times. Once in a while in work life, you cross paths with a co-worker, and you engage in random small talk. Small talk about life, family, work. You never know at the time how these small impressions can build and help you see inside someone’s outside world. The little life glimpses that peak through professionalism.

Today, I learned a colleague of mine passed away. He was younger than me. We didn’t cross paths often as our work didn’t require us to do so with the frequency we have with our everyday peeps. He was professional and had a refinement and mystique about him that I declared only to myself (and now you) as GQ smooth.

He was well-respected and smart and quiet. I got to know him more on a personal level only in our more recent interactions. I was completely touched when I returned from Christmas break to find a Christmas card from him slid under my door. It was a beautiful holiday postcard of his beautiful children.

I worked today and learned of his passing via email. I lost my composure a bit and when my shift ended I bawled furiously in the privacy of my car. I was overcome.

It seems weird because we weren’t close. And I guess that is never the point. We never know our impressions on others. Whether big or small, they are felt nonetheless.

I am sorry for his family and for the co-workers who were lucky to be around him. Even those that are quiet can make unforgettable impressions. RIP Peter. I am lifting your family and loved ones in prayer. You had an impact on me. And for that, I’m grateful.