Fenn, I am utterly heartbroken. I held onto so much hope that you would pull through, and I know how fiercely you fought these past months to try to make that happen. I remain deeply grateful for the time we spent together during your stay at the hospital in London. The moments we shared — the laughter, the conversations — will stay with me always. I will never forget how you joked that my life was more depressing than yours because I spent my Friday night — unknowingly also Valentine’s Day — hanging out with you in the hospital. That was so you: always finding humour, even in the darkest moments. Thank you for everything over these past seven years. You have been more than a boss — you have been a mentor, a steadfast champion, and a true friend. I will always be thankful for your guidance, your encouragement, and the unwavering belief you had in me. You consistently had my back, and that meant more than words can express. I still cannot believe you are gone. I often think about the last time we had beers after work, just before Christmas. We spoke about the year ahead…