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Date: 10 April 2008 19:12:19
Sometimes I get a stark reminder of how shit this job can be.
One of my clients has been conspicuous by his absence for the last few days. I was starting to get worried about it so I phoned the police station (they hadn't seen him), phoned the hospital (they hadn't seen him) and finally phoned his mother who said that he was really drunk on Sunday and they'd had a bit of an argument. Finally I went to his flat with one of my colleagues and persuaded a neighbour to let me in where we found him dead on his sofa.
I am absolutely gutted as he was a lovely bloke, even when he was drinking he wasn't too much trouble... in fact he was a crap drunk. He was a real Eastender and ran with the big boys at times, but went into 'retirement' a few years ago. I keep wondering if I had done enough for him but I had bent over backwards to help him and gone above and beyond the call of duty in so many ways. I think I knew yesterday that something had happened to him as usually he would have been falling through the office door asking for help.
I am gutted for his family and the world will be a much less colourful place without him in it.