Bad news comes fast.
In the past month, we've had six departures from work; five within the past week alone.
There's no good place in any organization to do the basic work of grieving. But workplaces take up more time in our lives than family, and regardless of job title or institutional effectiveness, I now have six friends who no longer work with me, and that's hard. The rest of us have quiet conversations in the hall, we sit in one anothers' offices and share our thoughts, but what we need is an old Irish wake, where we laugh and drink and tell stories and curse at the sky.
Beannacht, a chairde. Feicfidh mé chailleann tú.