I am so profoundly sorry to hear that you are gone. We lost contact, as many work colleagues do, and I am left with memories of moments we shared. I am quite certain that you didn't miss my madcap schemes too much when you left the bank, but I for one missed your wise counsel. The photo is here one that will remind everyone of the essence of you - your smile, zest for life and your connection with people. For everyone left behind I have found succour in these words by Raymond Foss (with pronoun changed) Standing, walking, coming through the line greeting you, for a moment, sharing but a snapshot, a burst, of what I was feeling, so small compared to the enormity the reality of your loss. Feeling so small, standing in the line, before I approached you. Thinking of what her loss means to me, to so many, as written in the paper Murmured in the court, on the phone without practitioners. Reading so many stories, so many telling words, the lives she touched, changed for the better, truly. Of her help to me, guidance and rebuttal, chastised and cajoled Feeling the loss of her so acutely, still. Martyn