
Yes, he was a very nice guy. At the meeting this morning some of those people who worked in his office were crying. He was such a live wire too; you should have seen him boogying down every year at the Christmas party, all evening. And he knew everybody. It'll seem very strange not to hear his bright "Good mooorning" every time he came down here (and several times at that, every time he came level with a different group of desks). I understand he was only my husband's age; that's 9 years younger than I am.
And that's why I will not be retiring any time soon; as long as hubby is unemployed (and I don't really see him ever getting employed now), I have to keep working for the health insurance till he's old enough for Medicare, 9 years from now. (I'll have been here 9 years this month, though I was a temp here for 2 years before that.) I wish I could retire. But having lost a job 11 years ago which stopped any contributions to a retirement account, and having to raid it (them, actually) when things were tight, and then having hubby lose his long-time job 6 years ago and have to occasionally raid his account even after I got back on my feet, and then what was left got so reduced in the stock fracas of a few years ago, well, there ain't no frickin' way I can afford to retire!!! Pardon the gross misuse of the language...

Which is why I'm PRAYING that I keep my health for at LEAST that long!!! If I were to go first, hubby could last about 2 years on my life insurance, if he were really careful, but that's it.