This is a first for us both. I've never written an obituary before and I'm sure you've never had one written about you. But here we are. And I want to say thanks. And that I am terrified. I don't want to ruin this for you, or your wife and many children, or our school and our paper. But before this morning, I didn't know more than your name. And now I know quite a bit. I'm buried under my notes of your legacy. My desk is in front of your office and I've never seen that door open. All I've got are the words of your friends and a very still, very loud picture of you smiling. What are you telling me? What could I possibly write for you? You built everything we have here. They're both inevitable, an obituary assignment for a budding journalist, and death. I just wish I had met you.
Taylor, this is powerful. I hope this assignment turns out to be a blessing to you.
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