Writing it makes it real. And I don't want it to be real.
My boss is gone. He passed away over the weekend after a short and difficult battle with cancer.
I knew he was sick. But I didn't know that it was this bad. Or rather, I didn't want to think it was this bad. I knew, and I didn't want to believe it.
When I got this job nine months ago, I accepted it largely because of my boss. A friend of mine had worked under him previously, and she told me he's the "best person you will ever work for." From the moment I interviewed with him, I knew she was right.
He spent years in the film and television industry before coming to our school and launching several degree programs. In the last eight years, he's hired and mentored hundreds of faculty members and staff, touched the lives of just as many students, and been the smiling face everyone knows and loves in the hallway.
He was funny, intelligent, and the kind of
To say that this is a huge loss is an understatement. The world is missing one incredible light in this man. He was, without a doubt, the nicest person I have ever met. I have no idea where to go from here - how I go from seeing and speaking to him every day to never seeing him again. I have no idea how to put one foot in front of the other and move forward. It's hard to think about, and I'm not sure the full gravity of the situation has hit me yet. Every time I think I'm out of tears, more come out. I keep expecting his call or his email, and it hasn't happened. It won't happen.
I hope that he didn't die alone. I hope that he died surrounded by family who loved him. Most importantly, I hope that he knew how much he was loved by others, by all of us.
If he didn't, I hope he can see it now.
That's all I can write.