On Wednesday night, my 27-year-old coworker passed away unexpectedly. It's been a tough week. I am still keeping this blog publicly anonymous, so I will not mention his name. But he was an amazing person and he will be missed immensely.
I didn't want to have to go to a wake or funeral while I was here, and I never even contemplated it. Yesterday I went to the wake. It was tough, and it all happened so fast that I'm not sure any of us have processed what happened. It's not the same as at home, where there are 2 or 3 days between the passing and burial at minimum. I feel like they buried him too quickly for any of us to really understand what was going on.
But that's life. And it has to go on.