Life got really since the last post, and I have a lot to catch up on. What struck me was that we often use life being busy as an excuse, until life catches up to you.
I learned yesterday the morning of Saturday, March 30, that a beloved leader, mother, colleague, and friend, had passed away. This was just no ordinary woman; She was a visible minority who was Muslim, and was a monumental leader in the industry I work in.
She spent a majority of her career pioneering a way for women to grow in the field, breaking rules, while redefining women’s place in the world of technology. Not only as software developers, but as leaders. She had helped change the world we live in today, but few recognized her contribution to society, but what’s best about her is that she never wanted credit. She just wanted the job done.
More so, she helped guide me through one of the biggest and most pivotal moves I made in my career; To move from a technical role, and ushered me to success into a management and business role. I lived with doubt, asking myself if this was the right career move, but she made sure I made the right choice, and provided me the guidance and direction I needed to succeed. This woman worked hard, no matter what, despite surviving cancer twice already, and finally succumbing to her third battle with cancer. She passed away among her family on the night of Friday, March 29, 2019. The last thing she ever said to me, right about this time last year before my trip to India was, “I want to see this deal through, even if it kills me.” I’m glad to have closed this chapter for her, and want her to know I will see this through for her until the very bitter end.
Despite being a woman as tough as nails, I am so grateful to have had Razia be one of my leaders through my career transition. Rest in peace, my friend. You will be dearly missed by us all.
I had asked my siblings to send me my old Davida motorcycle helmet in anticipation I end up finding a Vespa or motorcycle again. Little did I know that the arrival of my helmet would trigger a wave of pain and uncertainty to my future, of which it questioned whether I truly have grown up or not. It turns out that I haven’t, and that I am still a selfish, wreckless chump who thinks of no one but myself. Looks like I still have a lot of growing up to do. I often wonder how my ex-girlfriend put up with my nonsense all these years. Oh, wait. I think I answered my own question. :)