My best co-worker...

has a sick sister. She's going to die. Soon. And very young. Terminal cancer, like my uncle and aunt. Evil f*cking disease.

I could sense something was wrong today, he wasn't as snarky as usual.

After he left for the day, my dad told me what was going on. Asked me to ease up a bit on him for a while.

I think the reason he and I get along so well is that he can be as nasty as he wants to be with me and I'll shoot right back. Basically someone you know you can trust to be honest with you, even when it sucks because you did something stupid and need to fix it.

I respect him, and it feels mutual.

I hope he's doing okay...