Shock, Disbelief & Denial

Steve at Work

When I got back from my backpacking trip on Thursday, an e-mail from Steve Nuí±ez awaited in my in-box. The subject was Down But Not Out.

I had the great misfortune of being thrown from my bike this past weekend resulting in a mild concussion (ALWAYS wear your helmet while riding, Kids!!!), a severely bruised shoulder, and a broken rib. Really, I’m fine for the most part, but not much can be done about the broken rib but to minimize my activity and try and manage the pain as best as possible while it mends by itself (I must admit, that’s a tough one).

Anyway, I’m home for the next couple of daze and may be able to do some work here (i.e. scheduling, travel arrangements, book orders, receive and respond to emails, etc.) Please don’t hesitate to call or email me if there’s anything I can assist you with.

Poor Steve. What a drag, I thought. I’ll call him tomorrow.

Tomorrow (Friday) he was in the ER with a ruptured spleen. That afternoon he was recovering from surgery in Room 337, expecting to be back on his feet in six weeks. Saturday morning when I called, he was in the ICU. His kidneys and liver had shut down. Saturday near midnight Bari phoned to say he wasn’t expected to make it through the night. He died early this morning.

Steve at the Mixer

It is cliché to say that Steve was one of the kindest people I’ve ever known, but it’s true. His genuine sweetness and gentleness never ceased to impress me. Every time I saw him he always wrapped me in a bear hug. His standard phone greeting was a cheerful, Hello, Ginna-There. It’s Stevie-Here. During some work conversations he could be so linear and methodical I’d start to get impatient, but I always kept my feelings under wraps, because he was too well-intentioned to have to deal with my crankiness. I loved him for smuggling me M&Ms and Milano cookies during meetings. I saw him act stressed a few times, but never grumpy.

I still don’t get how someone can be so completely alive one moment and so irretrievably dead the next, and I am heartbroken that we have lost him.

Rest well, Steve. We will miss you more than you could ever have imagined.

Steve Nuí±ez

2 comments

  1. The Meaning of Death…

    …is easy to grasp: Think of it as a jack-in-the-box who pops up and shoots your loved ones through the heart. Then boings up in down grinning vacantly in that stupid clown costume while they bite the dirt.

    I’d write something consoling if I thought there were something consoling to write. Haven’t come across anything yet in my almost six decades, but I’ve got my eyes peeled. Will report back directly if I find The Answer. In the meanwhile, put as much pleasure in your own and your friends’ lives as you can. It helps with the pain, and it defies the Prankster.

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