So, the co-worker I mentioned last week passed away this afternoon.
I'm not surprised. Honestly, it would have been so much harder for him and his family if he had lived. But I am surprised at how sad it has made me.
Jim was a cheerful pressence all the time. I honestly can't remember seeing him angry or upset, and he worked outside my office. Frustrated, sure? Especially when his computer did something he didn't understand or expect. But he always had a smile and friendly greeting for whoever walked through the door.
And he was a consistent employee. By that I mean he hated to take time off. He was dedicated to getting his work done in a timely manner.
He made a point of learning and remembering people's names. It actually upset him if he couldn't remember to greet someone by name.
And he made a point of saying "Good morning" and "Good night" to each of us every day.
Since Jim worked outside my office, his abscence this last week has been noticable. And I know it will be moreso as time goes by.
In fact, the news that he was in Heaven hit me harder then I expected it to. I knew it was coming. But there is a finality to it. It can't be undone.
So yes, I am grieving right now.
But it is that weird grieving with hope that Christians experience. See, I know exactly where Jim is right now. He is in Heaven. He is not suffering here on earth. (Honestly, a prolonged illness would have been devistating to him.) He is face to face with God. He is in a place so magnificent that they walk on pure gold. I mean, think about that.
And I know this seperation is just temporary. I will see Jim again and get to spend all eternity with him.
And that is a comfort. Not that it doesn't hurt, but that it helps.
Right now, I am picturing Jim smiling down as he says, "Have a good night. See you in the morning."