On Monday night the world lost a great man. The Cupcake Man, my mentor, co-worker and friend passed away. He'd had a stroke in October and had been battling back when pneumonia hit him unexpectedly. I spent last Saturday afternoon with him and I'm happy that I was able to give him a hug and kiss before I lost him. If I had known that was that last time I'd see him I would have told him how much he meant to me and how the world was a brighter place because he was in it. I didn't tell him how much I would miss his hugs, his smiles and the way he laughed so hard sometimes that no sound would come out. How I would miss his annoying habits, his impossible demands, the sheets of paper written in longhand that were illegible to every one including him and constant phone calls that lasted an hour because it took him that long to explain a simple task. I will miss his stories and his inappropriate comments about my outfits that may have seemed perverted to some, but he always found away to make it seem gentleman like. I will miss how he would place his hand on the right side of his face when he discussed things with you that were of great importance. I will miss his positivity, his kindness and his tendency to "over share" medical problems. I will miss the bags of treats he use to bring me. Every time he saw a delicious dessert while he was out at lunch, he would have them wrap it up and bring it back to the office for me. I will miss our long talks about food and restaurants we'd both visited.
We are all devastated and the news still hasn't sunk in.I dedicate this post to him. I miss you, my friend.