As this was my first blog, written in February 2015, it seemed appropriate that it be the first one I post on the blog page of this, my new website.
Gone too soon
Of all the things I’ve written, stories, poems, a multitude of papers and assignments; one avenue of expression has so far been unexplored, the blog. So it is with much trepidation that I sit here on a Saturday evening writing my first.
So why now you may ask?
The answer is a simple one, I’ve been moved by events of this last week to reflect on life, loss and inspiration. At the start of the week a close colleague passed away suddenly, a passing which sent many around me into what I can only describe as a free-fall. The impact felt immediately by a relatively new, but close team, was all consuming. The air seemed to be sucked from the room as we were given the news and a shared sense of loss swept over us like a tidal wave. However the greatest sense of loss within the room was not for ourselves, but for the family of our friend and colleague. James left a young and unexpecting family about whom he spoke with an animated passion, as he did everything in his life.
It was this passion that inspired those around him and drew people to him, like a magnet of humanity, sincere, inspiring and honest. Whether he was speaking of his family, charity or church commitments, or about the services we provide to some of the most vulnerable people in society. James’s passion and strong sense of belief in humanity made those around him instantly trust one of the most authentic people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
There will no doubt be many reflections on the time spent with James over the coming days and weeks, by those he worked with and those closer. But it is not an insightful comment or inspiring speech, of which there many, nor the way he managed to make even the most stressful situation seem manageable, that I will remember about James.
The memory that will stay with me will be of the Father, who sat with his young son, in my living room one evening in January, chatting about everything and anything, and the warmth and love I observed between Father and Son as James and I sat talking.
You have left a void that will never be filled and am pleased to have known you, if only for a short while.
Rest In Peace James