So my office newsletter just came out and Ivan, the man who stocks our pantries, has died unexpectedly. He was a dear man, 50ish. My own life right now is so much taking care of mom that his small kindnesses of adding Cafe Bustelo cups for the Keurig or setting aside hot chocolates for me when he put them out so I'd be sure to get one meant quite a lot. He had two daughters in their twenties who spoke proudly about endlessly. One just graduated law school, one is expecting a baby.
The girls have a Go Fund Me for funeral costs and my colleagues have tripled the goal amount in the hour and a half it has been up. I'm glad we've been able to make something a little easier for them right now. I hope they see it as how much we appreciated the every day things he did for us.
I wish we weren't remote today, I'd rather be with the other crying people.
On the topic of dragonflies, I'm in the middle of making this: [link]
Pretty!
You have accidentally stumbled into a sitcom or perhaps a Mr. Bean tribute.
I move Ms. Bean! Or t minus Bean.
Very pretty, Dana!
I hope they see it as how much we appreciated the every day things he did for us.
I'm sure they would love to hear any stories you can share with them.
Oh, that's hard not being with the other people who will miss him, Trudy. Lovely that you all have a practical way to show your appreciation to his daughters at least
Sitcom is a better genre than I usually fuind myself in, so I will accept that! And t minus Bean is cracking me up, makes me think of Garfield without Garfield (I googled (or perhaps I should say "ducked" but I think I am in favor of the xeroxification of google) and it's actually Garfield Minus Garfield so even better!)
Having the oddly surreal experience of sitting all alone cycling through stages of grief. I keep double-checking the picture, "Its a big firm! Maybe its another Ivan!"
Its always sudden, of course, but I was chatting with him on Tuesday. Nothing was wrong. He was my ageish or even a little younger... I'm half-Anya here - its stupid.
