I had planned over the weekend to write about the death of Walter Cronkite, the second most important man in my journalism career.
Then, Sunday morning, the most important man in my journalism career died, following complications from a bee sting.
And now I can’t figure out what to say, except this:
Please, dear reader, spend today thinking about the things you want to say — but haven’t — to the people who mean the most to you. Write it all down, so you won’t forget. And then start ticking things off of your list as quickly as you can.
I had the chance to spend a good deal of time with him last week. And one of the last things I said to him was how proud I was to work for a man like him.
I will forever be grateful for that one piece of serendipity.
Go, dear reader. Make that list and get started.
You never know what life may bring.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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Thank you Beth. In my life, I've feared you, rolled my eyes at you because you're my boss, admired you, laughed with you, cried with you, wanted you to hurry up and read the damn front page, wanted you to hurry up and get back from your honeymoon, edited you, been edited by you, called you late at night, called you early in the morning, bought you water, chewed your gum, kissed your baby and never regretted calling you on my way to my therapist's one night in 2004 to leave one of my least Mandyramble messages, just to be sure you knew I was still interested in whatever position was opening up. That position has opened wide up to include friend and I'm endlessly grateful.
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