Tuesday, February 15, 2011

R.I.P.


I was going to entertain you today with stories of me falling off chairs,,  getting stuck in a bathroom stall in the dark and having my head compared to a pimple. But not today.

Today, I'm going to talk about a man. A man who had a great impact on my life, and on many others.

Ian was my boss, in charge of making sure everything ran smoothly in our real estate office. He was the reason I went to work there back in 2005. He was the reason I stayed there. He was supportive, and kind, and gentle, and fearless.

Ian passed away last Saturday after a four-year battle with cancer. 

The entire office, the one I just returned to after a two-year absence, is in shock and a state of utter despair. Because Ian was a man who meant what he said and said what he meant, who always had nothing but wonderful things to say about everything (including how he felt, even when he felt like utter crap), and about everyone he met.

Ian and I had more of a relationship than just manager and realtor. We shared jokes, we shared the same views on religion and god, and we also shared a special bond regarding cancer. When I told Ian about Dee's fight with cancer, he became a friend, someone who'd been there and knew what it was. He and Dee had a special connection, and it touched me deeply whenever Ian would ask about the kids. Which he did often.

Ian fought prostate cancer, and then, a year later, discovered he had colon cancer. This was not a man who abused his body. And yet, somehow the disease found him, and wouldn't let him go. No matter how tough things were, however, Ian always had a smile, and whenever you asked him how he was doing, he had nothing but positive things to say: "If I was doing any better I'd be too good," he say. I knew that couldn't be the honest truth, but this was his way of dealing. 

He also refused to burden anyone else with his troubles and his pain, which is more than anyone I know could do, especially when going through what he did.

This is a man who was on one form or other of chemotherapy for four years, who had his liver severed and removed, one lobe at a time, all in an attempt to live.

Ian will live in my heart forever.

If you can hear me Ian, I want to thank you for giving me the honour of meeting you and knowing you. You are one in a million. See you in a while. We'll go for a ride on some nice Harleys.

7 comments:

Gaston Studio said...

What a nice tribute to your boss and I'm so sorry for your loss. It's a beautiful thing when you can like and respect someone you work for; too many people don't have that opportunity.

The Restaurant Manager said...

I am sorry for your loss. Sounds like he was an amazing man and will be missed.

ReformingGeek said...

Great bosses are few and far between. It's a wonderful experience when we can find one that is also a friend.

Blessings to you, Mary, for writing such a nice piece.

Shana said...

What a nice tribute! Sorry for your loss.

meleah rebeccah said...

Oh, Im terribly sorry for your loss. That was a wonderful tribute to your boss.

Anonymous said...

Share this with his family Mary. How lovely.
And let me add my condolences
And you will keep him in your heart and also use him as an example for how to work with people to carry on his legacy.

Terri

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I can relate to your grief about your boss. Cancer in my family were rife at one time and it rears it's ugly head it's hottible.
Yes like a bad penny I have turned up, I have had bad pc problems over many months resorting at times to go to internet shops to maintin my blog, Also I have just returned from Nashville Tennessee.Had a great time,
Hope you're OK .
Take care Yvonne.


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