Thank you, sir, for everything. For the kind words, for the time you spent on this lump of coal. Thank you for your booming, sporadic and uncontrolled laughter. Thank you for your advice and help, but more importantly, your guidance and wisdom. Thank you for showing me the strength it takes to be who you are. Thank you for showing me that everything I want to be is possible. Thank you for reaffirming my faith in who I am now.
Thank you, sir, for giving me someone to call ‘sir’ in that place. I fear it will turn into little more than a dark, glass shell for me now. But thank you for the ray of light you shone there.
You will be missed, sir. You are missed.
I hope we shall sit across each other at a table again some day, beer in hand, discussing obscure literature, advertising, writing, the blues (both life and music) and Pink Floyd.