He used to never be late.  In fact, he was always the first person there.  He would always greet people with his charming smile and warm embrace.  He put everyone in a good mood no matter how awful their day had went.  If you ever need anything, he would be the first person to help.  He was so creative and could always think of ideas on the spot.

But now that vibrance is gone.  He no longer smiles.  He doesn't give warm hugs.  He doesn't make peoples days.  He doesn't go anywhere anymore.  He stays in that same position, day after day, deteriorating in that black coffin we burried him in last week.

Now I'm sitting in his room, going through his desk drawers, wandering what happened.