Good Morning and welcome to a brand-new work week!
Sometimes, things in life hit you a certain way that it knocks you off kilter. When thinking about this blog this morning, I was planning on writing something mundane about rolling down hills without brakes.
Then, editor Phil Heron walked into the room to tell me a former colleague had died. He was battling cancer, something that was only diagnosed a few months ago.
Suddenly, any problems in life were sent to the back of the brain. Sure, they'll come back to the front eventually, but, for a moment anyway, none of that mattered.
All I wanted to do was hug the family. I wish it were a weekend, so we could run out to a playground and enjoy the sun. Enjoy life.
Death affects everybody in different ways. Some fall into a great depression. Some wish they could have been nicer to the person or maybe talked to them one more time or maybe heard just one more joke.
The stories will go through the newsroom today and probably for the next few days.
Where ever the spirit goes, hopefully he will be laughing along with us.