They buried my friend today

Tomorrow he was supposed to start working with me. Instead he was buried at 1p. Friday night he had gone to bed not feeling well, later his wife went to bed and found him not breathing no heartbeat. She is a nurse too. Started CPR, the whole scene.

He had stopped by my house last Sunday so I could read his TB test. We lived only a couple miles apart and I had done his TB on Friday with the idea that I could just read it Sunday at home. I was sitting on top of my refrigerator getting ready to paint my kitchen cupboards, he got a real laugh at that.

In 1998 I lost a job after reporting falsification of charting and patient abuse, he was the only person that I had worked with there that was willing to stand up with me for what was right.

He had red hair and a red beard, a southern drawl and a wonderful sense of humor. He leaves two children he was very proud of, a wife who he loved deeply. And many, many friends. He was 39 years old. He had been a diagnosed diabetic since his teen years. They are saying he had an MI.

I miss him already.