I received word yesterday that Garry, a colleague, who was the fiancée of another colleague, died last Thursday evening.
It’s difficult to really put my feelings in words: Garry’s death means the loss of somebody worthy of spending time with.
I can only imagine it’s even more painful for his fiancée, a woman whose family has promised me the world.
Sorry.
Sorry to hear about your loss.
It would be wholly appropriate to have an ice cream cone today — a cone, not a dish.
So sorry. Sending everyone lots of love.
Thanks