last week, we were informed that one of the guys I work with, Haja, passed away sometimes thursday night/friday morning. it was a strange realization. it was an odd feeling. a hole where he once was. mind, i didn't know him really. he was quiet, reserved, but i always greeted him in passing. he was a staple of the warehouse, i have been used to seeing him. now he's gone. HR and people were upstairs frantically trying to deal with what happens next and when they talked to us about grief and how to deal, all i could think was.. you don't understand warehouse. and i wouldn't be able to describe what it means.. a couple other guys were from the same village in africa, so they were related somehow. such a sad loss to his family.
after they told of his passing, we all went back to work. all i could think about was my first couple weeks of work. i would zip around corners while picking items. it was the height of my spy faze. i zipped around one particular corner, scanner in the ready to take down my foe... Haja had come around the corner at that exact moment. i-was-horrified. he just looked at me. i started to laugh and a smile crept up his face as we passed and went on our way. it became a goal at times to just make him smile. at me.. with me. whatever.
i almost felt disrespectful while chuckling to myself, but it's a better way of remembering. i would never pretend to say i knew him, there is no need for closure. what i have are silly memories of me being an idiot and hearing him chuckle as i walked away. that's enough for me.
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