My childhood hero died this afternoon.
I found out at work. Had 2 filipino clients in my office and my phone started going bananas. Was going to check it when I had a second, but wasn't going to do so until after these people were gone, or at least at some point that I wasn't in front of them. Few minutes later, I left the office to see the manager to confirm something real quick, two of my co-workers pulled me aside in the manager's office and let us know the rumor.
Without looking at my phone, I turned it off. I sat back in the chair, took two big breaths, and held it together. I closed my sale, somehow, despite not really remembering any of it and fighting back tears the whole time. They pointed out the Edwin Encarnacion bobblehead on my desk.
Locked the door, drove home, and turned my phone back on. Texts from my best friend, and a couple others, confirming. I still don't understand how I haven't completely broken down and cried hard because that's the only thing that makes any sense right now.