This morning, I am sitting in a Denver, Co hotel.

Vacation?

You might ask.

No.

I am attending a funeral.

A friend, loved one?

Not particularly, but he worked for me for over 2 years. In fact, you could say he probably did me as dirty as a person could do.

I housed him, fed him, gave him employment helped him get sober.

When my divorce came down to mediation, one morning just before, he quit me out of the blue.

I could not understand why.

Fast forward to the mediation. In discovery, of course, I see where he was the spy for me ex in my midst. He took pictures and told everything about everything I did, what work we were doing, any purchases I made, anything, to her and her attorney.

So, of course, he knew I'd be upset once I found out his disloyalty, and he quit, losing his home, and his job in the process.

The mediation took place, and we settled the divorce. In the end, his help to her really had no bearing, but he was originally from Colorado, so this is where he came.

He lasted about a month before succumbing to alcohol poisoning.

Did I make his choices?

No.

Did I cause him to drink again?

No.

Then why attend the funeral at all?

Because to my mind, that ex put in motion what killed this young man, then discarded him as if he were roadside trash.

In my opinion, if my divorce didn't kill him, it set in motion the events that led to the decisions he made, and the ex definitely doesn't care that a life is gone, so I feel that I must be at this funeral.

I must represent my company and my family, and express my condolences to the family for their loss.

Its amazing what you begin to see as right or wrong the farther from drunk you are. Lol

I wish you all a great week.

CW