So numb. People talk about him like he is gone. Past tense.
He was cool. Was nice. Was a great guy.
He isn’t those things now, to them, once dead all your qualities good and bad and just gone. People come out of the woodwork to claim him as friend, to latch on to the attention death brings.
I want to mourn in silence but have to work. My while department is quiet and our managers tiptoe around. They brought counselors in. Gently they push us to go. But why would I talk to a stranger over this?
Sick of people dying.