I have to vent about a few things recently. I know that people mean well and I am glad I have a family that realizes I am hurting and want to try and make it better. With that said, all of my family and the friends I have outside of work all keep saying they "are sorry about what happened to the guy I worked with." I appreciate them caring, but Rusty was so much more than just a guy I worked with. He was my friend, and not just my friend but a friend to many of us. He would be willing to help anyone with anything, without even asking. He was always in a good mood towards others, even when he was mad about something he never let it get to those around him. Rusty was one of the few people at work who could keep me sane and when I stand up and look over my wall at his desk and see him not sitting there, well it just wont be the same.
I just want people to understand that he wasn’t just a guy I knew from work. He wasn’t just another guy I saw around the call fall. He was a guy who I knew, and knew fairly well. He listened to me when I got frustrated at work and listened to him as well. He sat across my wall and was my first human interaction in my lonely corner of the call floor. From now on10:30 am, that is when Rusty came in to work, will be a very rough time of day for me. I just don’t think it has set in yet and come tomorrow when I returned to work and at that time he is not at his desk I am not sure how I will handle it.
I am glad though that I have the friends that I do. Especially those at work who knew Rusty and is sharing what I am going through. The best thing we can do is remind each other of the joy and laughter that Rusty brought to us. Although, riding the Sawmill Splash at Adventureland will never be the same.
