My drive home tonight was tough. Just before leaving, I’d read the same email everyone else at Lincoln Square (and likely other parts of Microsoft) from Lisa Brummel telling of the passing of an employee that I did not know…having passed away "at Lincoln Square". Odd, I thought…someone actually dying at the building…I assumed a sudden heart attack or other natural cause. Totally irrelevant that this was not someone I knew – this was really sad. Then I got a text from my husband asking about what had happened – he’d read on a co-worker’s Facebook that this person had committed suicide off the top of our building.
What? A gentleman with a family, a career at Microsoft, and no – not someone who had been laid off last week. It’s never safe to make any assumptions about what drives people to such a final self-destructive act…I just know that when I hear about this sort of tragedy, my heart cries. For him, for his family, for his friends and co-workers. I have nothing terribly profound to say – I have simply taken pause to acknowledge the wrinkle in the fabric of our extended community, and send my thoughts and prayers to those who knew him.
Living La Vida Loca 