Okay, I had a really hard time coming up with a title for this one. I don't know what compelled me to do a Nancy Drew, but bear with me.
Michael was a very successful professional musician. By "successful" I do not mean that he made a lot of money, because he didn't. What I mean is that he was given a lot of opportunities locally and internationally to play music. That's all he ever wanted to do.
The job by which I think he most defined his success was playing guitar for a well-known entertainer who shall remain nameless here. Michael played in that band for about fifteen years, traveling the world with them, and he was very well-liked by his boss.
When Michael was diagnosed, his boss seemed genuinely concerned and tried to help put us in touch with some doctors he knew. After what would be Michael's final performance with the band last June, his boss flew us home on his private jet so that Michael didn't have to endure the rigors of a commercial flight. We really appreciated that.
After that, we didn't hear from his boss much. Sometimes he would have his people call us and inquire how Michael was doing. Shortly before Michael discontinued treatment, we received a call from his boss and I had to take the call because Michael was showering. I would describe the intention of that call as purely information gathering, and I didn't really pick up on much compassion or concern for either of us. I did my best to answer his questions about Michael's condition (not that it was any of his business!), and I remember telling his boss that I knew Michael would enjoy talking to him, and I suggested that he call back later in the week.
We never heard from him again.
He did not attend the memorial service for Michael, even though he lives close enough to have done so, and he was not on the road at the time.
He did not dedicate the show the weekend after Michael's passing to Michael, or make any mention of his passing to his fans. Michael was a fan favorite. He had a high profile in the band.
He has not sent a card or flowers. However, I received a lovely card from his sister. I didn't even know he had a sister. She signed her name, and then she put "So-and-So's sister" in parentheses so I'd know who she was.
It's just so weird to me. I have heard from dozens of people who hadn't seen Michael in years, but heard of his passing. I've got a stack of sympathy cards you wouldn't believe. My home looks like a floral shop because so many bouquets have been delivered here. But his boss could not be bothered to send condolences in any way, shape, or form. I wish I knew why.