I know I only ever seem to post in this thread to bemoan my life...
My room mate. My best friend of 20 years. Greg died tonight.
I was at work, when a coworker ran up to me, she had a text that there were fire trucks at my house. If only. I ran home, found the dogs locked up, cars here and no one in the house. I called public safety, who confirmed a ambulance call.
He was gone before I made it to the hospital. As I was getting out of my car, two friends that were there came out to meet me with the news.
His parents have been notified, and they are on the way down. (Not sure if they were in Chicago or the QC). His friends have been called or are being called.
I tried to go back to work. A supervisor, one I usually consider somewhat hard to get along with asked "what are you doing here?" when I told him what happened.
Now, I'm sitting here, keeping busy to keep from completely losing it. And to keep from dwelling on whether or not I could have said or done anything differently so my friend would still be here.