My immediate supervisor died unexpectedly Wednesday. He turned 53 on Tuesday.
I don’t think I can even convey how much he was loved by everyone.
I rode my bike home last night and thought about him the whole way.
He loved this office, he loved our people, he loved his wife and daughter, and he loved this town.
I can barely handle the thought of walking into the office and not hearing his laugh each morning.
Frank, I’m gonna miss you buddy.
This ride was for you.