A letter arrived today from an old colleague to tell me that his son has been killed in a road accident. The pain and despair show in his writing. The tale of his son's summer sounds so like the summer that our sons have enjoyed. The energy, commitment and resourcefulness of the young mean that when they are taken from us, the hole left by their departure is so much more pronounced. I have been saddened to my core by the news, and once again, pause for a few moments to count my blessings.
Rest in Peace, Stuart.
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