At work last night, I found out that my favorite guy Mike jumped out of a car two nights ago and is now being declared as brain dead. My manager Nick told me at work last night and I was shocked. Then about 20 minutes after he told me, Bert (the owner's wife) came in and asked if I had heard about Mike, because she knew how close I was to him, and I told her that I had. And she reached over the counter to hug me and I started crying. So she took me to the back of the restraunt and stayed with me until I was ready to go back out and work again. Last night was so terrible. Everyone at work was trying their best to act like they were okay so our customers wouldn't notice anything. Nick let me leave around 9:30 and he finished closing for me. I cried the whole way home. I'm actually surprised that I even made it home alive too. That's how much I was crying and how out of it I was. And I don't want to go back in tonight, but I have to. I hate knowing that I'll never see him in there with me again... I'll never see him smiling at me everytime I walk past the cook window, and he'll never be there to cheer me up if I'm having a bad night (he was the only one that could), and I'll never close with him again and he'll never be there to make me laugh so hard I could pee myself... and I won't ever get to talk to him again. The last time I saw him was this past Sunday, and the very last thing that he said to me was, "I'll see you Wednesday" which was when I thought I worked again but it ended up actually being last night (Thursday) but I was still scheduled to work with him last night... and he wasn't there. And that was the last thing he said to me... that was the last night I saw him. The very last time, and I can't seem to get that through my head. I don't know how.