I was getting all ready to come here and post about my trip to San Diego and the fun times I had helping out at the Secret Photography Workshop but I will save that for another time. I spent my birthday on Monday driving home from San Diego for approximately 8 hours to get home in time to go out to dinner with my family. As you know I still work in the IT industry and work closely with the desktop support team. Tuesday morning I log into my laptop at home and begin sifting through my emails. I can’t understand why all the work I supposedly had coverage for was not completed. There were things in my mailbox that hadn’t been touched. A co-worker instant messaged me and said “Isn’t it horrible about Marc?” I thought “What?” and instantly knew it was bad news. My colleague Marc had passed away on Sunday. He was very close to me in age–if not a few months younger. I saw an email from my manager asking me to contact her as soon as I was online and I called to get the devastating news that my co worker had passed away. We don’t know why. I know he was having some health issues and wasn’t looking like himself the past few weeks. Today I went into the office where the company had a memorial lunch and grief counseling session for those of us that worked with him. I have never been to something like that, but it was a good thing to go to this. I heard some stories that made me smile through my tears and nod my head in agreement. Marc was an easy going, hardworking desktop technician. He was extremely intelligent and well read. His passion was marine biology and he was quite active as an environmentalist. I remember him riding his bike to work from San Ramon to Pleasanton often and I remember his Merrell shoes. I remember his shirt always half tucked in or out and his messy hair. He was the favorite technician on campus–all the executives and upper management loved him. He was the tech that fixed their PC’s and Blackberry phones in a pinch. He worked diligently and was dedicated to getting his work completed. His laugh was unusual and infectious. I can hear it still. His desk looked like a tornado hit it always, but he knew where everything was that he needed. After spending the great part of yesterday in shock and denial I realize today that he really is gone and will be missed. Someone at the meeting said that some people don’t live that long and make their mark on the world and are taken away too soon while others live forever and go unnoticed. Marc definitely was someone who left us too early and will be greatly missed by us. I took this image of his desk with my iphone today. You have to understand it never has looked so clean and neat. A co worker left a nice vase of flowers on his desk as a tribute to him but what makes me smile and tear at the same time is the slices of pizza someone left on the desk next to the vase for Marc. The company was always giving him their food because he worked so hard at his job that he often worked through breaks and lunches. So when I saw that pizza on his desk, I knew it was for Marc. And that makes me cry a tear for a man that left way too soon. Rest in peace.