The librarian at work died last week. She was a really lovely lady, with the biggest heart and most incredible optimism. She thrived on conversation and positive interactions, and took sincere interest in her work.

Her wake was filled with warmth and comfort, disbelief and sorrow, and a soothing sense of peace.

Her cubicle until this morning was alive – layers of books, stored halloween decorations, half eaten snack bags, chachikes from who knows where, a sweater draped over the chair – and now it’s an empty hole of sterile surfaces.

It doesn’t feel right.

Somehow, it’s ok though. The halloween party will go on.

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