Okay... so enough time has passed that I can almost talk about it without getting frustrated. On 09/26/08 at 1820, I watched a Friend and Coworker die, crushed beneath a large metal frame full of glass that we were attempting to move. It wasn't too gruesome, and it was quick, but it was still horrible. I've kinda just kept to myself since then, as I didn't want to be the object of sympathy or whatever it is people feel the need to inflict upon someone who's just been through and event like that. It's now been enough time that I no longer feel the need to quarantine myself, and I felt that I should at the least get it out there, since it is a rather major event in someone's life.

His name was Sergey Bateyko. He was 35, and the youngest of several children whose mother still resided in Ukraine. He was one of those exuberant and joyful people who always had smile on his face and could be counted on to lighten the mood. He was a hard worker, with two jobs, and an eye for Quality. He was a loving husband, and doting father. He'd been with the company since it pulled itself out of the garage, and would have been with them till he could work no more. He was an amazing person, and a caring friend. These words reflect merely the palest summary of who this man was, and the world is a far darker place without his infectious laughter, and stubborn will. I will confess that I loved Sergey as a person, and while my loss is nowhere near what his family and closer friends may have been, I will never forget him, and I can only hope that whatever there is after, he's ended up right.