The world is too damn small....

Last night I was going through my phone and deleting people that I dont talk to anymore, and I finally had to delete Stef's number.  He passed on last fall...and it was time.  I did it with some very profound sadness, letting go a very small piece of someone who was important in my little world...
So I'm at work today and it's just a regular monday as described in my previous post, when my trainer asks me if I knew a fellow at RBC named Stephen... Neufeld.  Well... Close enough.  He gave her a glowing recommendation a few years ago and mentioned he was at rbc.  I had to break the news to her.... 
  Its funny... you think you got a handle on things, that you have your shit together, and the pain seeps right back in. 
  Most folks see me smiling and talking and acting like all is well and usually they let it go. As one of my fellow trainees said; "Ask Ryan, he will know!" When I asked her why she thought that, she said "You are so confident, you just seem to know stuff".  Confidence, the armor I have covered myself in.  Bitter humor my shield. 
  I miss my friend.  

  On another note, shortly before that I did get a call I had been waiting for now for quite some time.  Nothing really for sure with anything, but a positive side to things.  
  Just wish I could share it with you....

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