I got a call from one of the guys I work with earlier this evening. He called to tell me that another we work with died suddenly today.
It was as though I had run into a wall.
There was no information as to how he died. All I know is that he passed on earlier today. And as I write this I’m only beginning to process the information I was given.
Greg Castillo was a young guy – he was either 24 or 25, I don’t know which. He was an Emergency Medical Technician, one that I’ve known and worked with since 2005. He knew his business, and I thought he was good when he dealt with our patients. He had a quirky sort of personality, and he had his own way of doing things sometimes. But he would give you the shirt off of his back if you needed it.
I liked him. Sometimes his foibles would drive me a little crazy, but I liked him just the same. He was a good man.
We got to be good friends last summer. He had been working as an EMT for a mountain biking park up north, and he had an accident on the job where he injured himself with multiple fractures to one of his legs. The day he got home from the hospital I got a phone call from him. He needed some help. So, I did what anyone else would do: I helped him. Got him situated, picked up prescriptions for him, helped him arrange meals. Basically, I kept an eye on him. It wasn’t just me; a couple of us sort of took turns while he was housebound. And he never forgot that.
He was also an avid supporter of the EMS Ride For Life. He did it last year and said it was an experience he would never forget. I thought it was a great thing to do, and he invited me to go this year. Unfortunately I had to say no on account of my injury status. Plus, I don’t have a bike at the moment.
Up to now, I know nothing further, and as I said, I’m still working on this. It wouldn’t surprise me if it takes some time for me to get through this. And I’ll write about him again.
Rest In Peace, Greg.