Bob died on Sunday, “unexpectedly at home.” I found out from a group email, sent with the subject line “With great sadness.”
I didn’t know Bob well; I met with him occasionally on business. He was a pleasant guy.
I read his obituary this afternoon, to glean a bit of posthumous insight into his life, even though I’d had no interest in knowing anything about him while he was alive.
He had a father. Aunts, uncles. No wife, no children. People said nice things about him in his obituary guestbook.
There’s nothing remarkable in any of this. Except that Bob died two days after he retired. He was a retirement planner. His own retirement lasted Saturday and most of Sunday.
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That is absolutely scary. Especially for those of us who work like dogs and are dreaming of “retirement”.. when I retire, I will garden all the time..blah blah blah. Geesh, poor Bob. Maybe I will do some things soon that I was waiting to do “when I retire”.
Yeah, no kidding. It’s making me think about the wisdom of all that deferred gratification. If I was Bob I’d be so pissed off. He didn’t even make it to Monday for crying out loud.
That’s a heartbreak. The last line is masterful–captures it all. Thank you.
Wow. RIP Bob.
That’s really tragic, but inspiring too. I wonder how he spent those two days.
Perhaps that is the way Bob wanted it. He found confirmation in his work, his work was completed and so was Bob. God rest his soul…
This is so sad.
Maybe he was afraid of outliving his savings, thus worked a wee bit too much longer than he should have.