Today is one of those days when you knew exactly where you were, what you were doing, what you were thinking, with astonishing clarity, years after the event.
It’s three years after the massive earthquake in Haiti. We’ve moved on from the pain of losing dear friends and colleagues on that day. And at the same time there’s still that feeling that we’ll be seeing them, just around the corner of the hallway, come Monday morning.
Each of us has remembered Jerome in our own way today. From the postings on Facebook to visiting his bench in Central Park to the quiet prayers, tears and dedications.
I walked out of the house today and saw water beads on the branches of the Japanese maple tree in the front yard. And as I looked on, it flashes through my mind. The beads represent the 102 personnel lost from our organization.
And I’m sure Jerome is looking down and laughing with us still.
A little bit of this and that ... 