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Monday, January 30, 2006


I first met him in about 1977 when he was a young and up and coming attorney in Springfield. We had no contact after I moved away in 1979. When I came back to Springfield in 1989, he gave me a job as his secretary. He remembered me before I remembered him.

Eight years ago today, it was Friday, January 30, 1998. At the end of an especially grueling work week, as he was heading out the door, he asked if I would come in Saturday morning for a couple hours. There was a case he wanted to be done with. He said he would be in about 10:00 a.m. I said I would be in at 9:30. And, then, he walked out the door.

I never saw him again.

Sometime after he went to bed that night, and before his young children went scampering into his bedroom to wake him up Saturday morning, he died. He was 48, and by all outward appearances, was the picture of perfect health. He died of a massive heart attack in his sleep.

I really miss him.

Posted by Marie at January 30, 2006 6:41 PM


Marie, I have to tell you that your post really put a knot in my throat. Sometimes it is the simplest of relationships. we have with people we respect, that affect us the most when they are gone. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

Posted by: Don Ray at January 31, 2006 8:03 AM

Marie -- what can I say? It's always a shock to lose someone so suddenly. And so young. You just can't help thinking about all the stuff left undone, unsaid, unexperienced.

Posted by: Dan at January 31, 2006 3:24 PM