This is my friend Patrick. He died in the parking lot of our work. After he died we had a wake for him and his brother and father came. At that wake I found out that my friend Patrick, one of the smartest funniest people I'd ever met, had been a lawyer. We worked at a call-center for an online retailer.
Patrick had a life. A complex history and inner life that I knew nothing about. After he died I took it really hard. And the thing I couldn't get over was that no one would ever get to know him again, and I wouldn't get to know him for real.
That's why time is too short to be fake. That's why I'm willing to risk putting my real self out there. Because time is really short. I think Patrick was maybe 45.
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