“There is not a partcile of life
which does not bear poetry within it.”
- Gustave Flaubert

It is a strange thing when someone you know passes away.

When someone you worked with every single day, someone who sent you emails even when you weren’t at work, someone who you interacted with every single day passes away, you feel like you lost something.  Even if you weren’t close, even if you guys did little more than work side-by-side, you still feel a loss.

It’s just a very strange way to start a week.

Please think of the Fletcher family in your prayers this week.