It is one of the many curses of being human that we do not know the hearts and minds of those around us.
A friend of mine killed himself last weekend.
I didn't know him as well as I would have liked, in truth, calling him a friend seems a little dishonest. I enjoy talking to him and we usually get coffee from the same place in the mornings, but I didn't know much about the man behind the mask.
Louis owned and ran what I suppose could be called a rival IT company, although as far as I know, we never bid against each other for the same contract.
Louis was a kind person. I sent a friend of mine to him because he was looking for an IT job and we didn't have any going. He started off doing work experience and ended up getting a job there. The three of us went out to lunch sometimes and it pretty much always overran because we kept each other in hysterics.
He had a dry, somewhat twisted sense of humour, very deadpan. He'd come out with the most random comments to a conversation, the sort of comment where you stand for a few seconds wondering what he's talking about, then it dawns on you and it keeps you smiling for hours.
I told a mutual friend of ours, who used to be a medical photographer, that he was gone. She said that she's experienced this sort of thing before and I commented that she probably had the pictures to prove it. She laughted. Louis would have appreciated that joke.
No one I've spoken too seems to be able to come up with a reason for it. His company was doing well, he had a wife and two young children and he always seemed happy and carefree.
Goodbye Louis, I'll miss our stupid conversations over coffee and during the walk into work. Rest in peace, my friend.
A friend of mine killed himself last weekend.
I didn't know him as well as I would have liked, in truth, calling him a friend seems a little dishonest. I enjoy talking to him and we usually get coffee from the same place in the mornings, but I didn't know much about the man behind the mask.
Louis owned and ran what I suppose could be called a rival IT company, although as far as I know, we never bid against each other for the same contract.
Louis was a kind person. I sent a friend of mine to him because he was looking for an IT job and we didn't have any going. He started off doing work experience and ended up getting a job there. The three of us went out to lunch sometimes and it pretty much always overran because we kept each other in hysterics.
He had a dry, somewhat twisted sense of humour, very deadpan. He'd come out with the most random comments to a conversation, the sort of comment where you stand for a few seconds wondering what he's talking about, then it dawns on you and it keeps you smiling for hours.
I told a mutual friend of ours, who used to be a medical photographer, that he was gone. She said that she's experienced this sort of thing before and I commented that she probably had the pictures to prove it. She laughted. Louis would have appreciated that joke.
No one I've spoken too seems to be able to come up with a reason for it. His company was doing well, he had a wife and two young children and he always seemed happy and carefree.
Goodbye Louis, I'll miss our stupid conversations over coffee and during the walk into work. Rest in peace, my friend.