Will Skinner
As I sit here in the office, write this letter, my heart aches with the weight of your absence and your empty desk.
The news hit me hard, You were not just a colleague; you were a kind, loving a soul who touched lives effortlessly. i wish I could spent more time with you. You will be remembered and missed. Words like “caring” and “loving” are not enough to describe you. Your empathy, ; it was genuine concern for others. You listened, offered comfort.
Your love for life was infectious Each day, you embraced it with 100% enthusiasm. Your stories about meeting amazing friends, your high-fashion, and your celebrations—whether for birthdays or promotions—brightened our days. Your love was like a comforting heater, warming everyone fortunate enough to know you. When I close my eyes, its as if you are still around- talking and laughing and sharing moments alongside us.
But it wasn’t just people who held a special place in your heart. Lollita Skinner, your beloved cat, was your confidante. I recall the countless stories—the silly outfits you’d put on her, her indignant meows when accidentally locked out while you worked late, and the way she’d nuzzle against you, demanding attention. Lollita misses you too, but she’s in good care now.
Farewell, my dear friend Will. I love you all the stars and moon, and may Lollita find comfort in the warmth of memories. I am grateful our paths crossed.
With love and gratitude, Bunka