Just found out a couple of hours ago that the son of a partner that I'm working with died of a drug overdose this past weekend. I now have to jump on a plane to SF to do some damage control with the client, as the partner won't be around for a few weeks.
Everyone at work is say how much of a tragedy this is. That they can't even imagine the pain that this partner is going through. I don't have to imagine. I put my family through it. I barely even know this guy, let alone his son, and I am crushed that another person lost his life to this and another family is torn apart. Of course I can't say anything at work, so it's just more of the same, "those poor drug addicts." But inside I'm crying and thinking, "that could have been me."
I know now what they all would have said about me if I hadn't pulled through in March '13.
I'll be back in Philly on Friday.