I lost a good friend from work today. I met Dwayne when I was interviewing at Capital One and have worked with him on the same team the entire time I was there. He had worked there 13 years and was loved by so many people. We had so much fun together and he always made me laugh. He was the type of person who always had your back, gave you his honest opinion and would do anything to help you out. He was about to move to Dallas for work at the beginning of the year. He had always wanted to live outside of Virginia and have some great adventures, try some new places out. He was anxious about leaving, though. I told him my parents were going to adopt him so he didn't have to be homesick and how he was going to love my dad's barbeque. He has a dog that was like his kid, a black lab named Jager. His whole plan to move was designed around making sure Jager was ok and didn't get too scared with all the changes. Such a wonderful, caring person and too young to lose him.
I think I must still be in shock because I can't fathom not seeing him anymore. I see him every day. He sits by me and makes fun of me about stuff and we post things on each other's Facebook pages. We go to lunch and happy hour and meetings together. How can he just quit showing up? I keep thinking as I write this that maybe he isn't really gone and boy is he going to be ticked when he sees his picture on my blog. That would have embarrassed him.
One thing is for certain - there are a lot of broken hearted people in Virginia tonight. Dwayne, we're all going to miss you terribly, more then you could have ever realized when you were here. Actually more then any of us probably realize yet. I'm grateful for the time I got with you, but just incredibly sad there was not more of it.