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It's been a long week. My co-worker died in an accident last Sunday. I was in shock and disbelief when I heard. He was 24. You're not supposed to die when you're that young. You're supposed to outlive your parents and fulfill the promise of your life's potential. You're supposed to get married and have kids.

Seeing his empty chair at work just made me think that he'd just appear any moment. Walk around the corner and dance a little jig like he'd always do, trying to distract me from what i was doing at the given moment. That never happened. As the week passed, we all talked about him continiously trying to make sense of it. Unfortunately, there's no way to make it add up to anything but a complete and utter tragedy. You could feel the grief in the moments of silence when people just didn't know what to say next. Tonight, i can feel it all sinking in. I'm feeling reflective and sad. He was a kid. Like most kids, he was cocky and frustrating but most of all he was full of life. People around the office called him "Danny" or "Danny Z". I had a nickname for him to, which I dared not say to his face because I thought it might upset him because of his small stature. Tonight that nickname seems like a term of endear to me more than ever. Where ever you are, I hope you are at peace. You will be missed "Little Dan".