There's only a few things that you can be certain of. Paying taxes is one of them. The other is that you're going to die.
This lil fact came crashing into my world recently. I work at UCSF and was making my rounds last Thursday and noticed something just wasn't right. Is it the Force? I mean, I was going to see the third installment of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith that night. I was actually walking by the Metreon last week and noticed a lot of newsvans. I wondered what was happening, because there must be a big story for the whole street to be filled with newsvans. I get to the corner and see this really tall guy being interviewed. It turned out to be the handsome Hayden Christensen. I have to say, the boy is FINE! Of course, I didn't have my camera with me (it was still at Scott's), so I just took a mental pic (for my JO fantasies later) and walked on.
But I digress.
I was in the Nuclear Medicine section and asked what was up. I was told that they had just found out that one of the doctors was found dead in his home that morning. Dr. Robert Lull had been missing from work for a few days and a former assistant happened to have keys to his house. The doctor was found dead right inside the doorway. At the time, no details were known and the whole section was depressed. I checked in with everyone to make sure that they were ok. I found out that my friend Scott (not MY Scott, I do know four different Scotts) was having a hard time with it. He had worked at SF General for many years and was a close friend of the deceased. I found Scott and it was obvious he wasn't doing well. I made sure he could talk to me if he needed to and hugged him.
The next day, I had a meeting dealing with a new Information Structure. The first topic wasn't even on the agenda. The person hosting reported to the group about the death and how she and the deceased had never gotten along. She felt bad that the last words they had together was angry ones and she didn't want this meeting to have a negative outcome. She was trying. I could tell she was having a hard time dealing with her issues.
Today, the story is reported on AP and I saw it here. It appears to be some sort of robbery. Keys to the deceased's car are missing. Two credit cards were found in a downtown bar on Wednesday night. There seems to be over a dozen cherry pits scattered all over the walkway leading to the home and on his living room rug. Do we have a messy killer on the loose?
Bottom line. You never know what's going to happen to you. Keep your wits about you, especially if you've been drinking or doing other substances.
Most of all, always tell those you love that you do, in fact love them. It doesn't cost us anything to hear those three words "I love you". I know I love hearing it said to me...don't you?
My heart and wishes goes out to the friends and family of Doctor Rober Lull. He will be missed.
Go out and spread the love ya'll!