I feel privileged, proud, upset and heartbroken all at once. I’m deeply grateful that I had the opportunity to work with Mick. By his own admission, he didn’t let many people in — and I’m grateful to have been one of those people. But I’m also so sad that it’s gone. So sad that Mick won’t walk through those lift doors into the office again.

I remember our first photo together — we looked like the Chuckle Brothers. And how true that turned out to be. I truly enjoyed working with Mick every day. He gave me back the work buzz I had lost, something we try hard to maintain every day. He was a true friend and colleague.

Mick’s love for his family was clear for anyone to see. I hope you feel that reflected in the messages you’ve read so far. And Jo — I hope that brings you some comfort during this incredibly difficult time.

Mick’s family-first approach was one of his strongest attributes — and one that’s hard to find. It’s something we will continue to uphold. His love of fun and a good time was just as strong, and just as shared.

We had a blast — albeit far too short-lived. I sit surrounded by Mick’s Lynx deodorant cans, which no one is allowed to move, and his business card sits proudly on our desk. It will stay there for as long as I do — a daily reminder of his presence.

I stay true to the conversations we had during this difficult time and will do my best to make Mick proud every day. On the tough days, that drives me forward; on the good days, I remember the laughs we all shared.

I’ve taken Mick’s advice — put my big girl pants on — and I’ll try my very best each day to do him proud.

Mick has been, and will continue to be, in my thoughts every day. I’m so sorry for your loss. Please take care, and know that we are always here.

From

The Blonde Bomber

(AKA Lorraine)