As some of you may know, I work as a Property Manager here in Los Angeles. The job is usually pretty easy. Yes, I do sometimes have to deal with angry tenants, leaky pipes or other catastrophes...but, for the most part, my job is pretty great. The job definitely has its bad days though...and yesterday was one of them.
Yesterday, I received a phone call from a co-worker of one of my tenants. My tenant had not shown up for work, and the co-worker was worried about her. The co-worker had called my tenant multiple times and knocked on her apartment door with no response. Worried for the safety of my tenant, I went to the building to open her apartment door and found her dead in her bed.
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I feel at a loss for words. I have written and re-written what happened next a million times, but the words don't seem to do the situation justice. I don't know how to explain the fear I felt standing in her room talking to the paramedics. Or what it was like to answer the same questions over and over again by each fireman, police officer or the coroner. I know I can't even begin to feel the loss that her family and friends are experiencing now, yet I still feel sad.
In all the chaos of yesterday, I couldn't help but think about all the wonderful friends and family I have in my life. I am extremely grateful for each and every one of them and the great examples they are to me each and every day.
