Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Jo Biddle: This was not the way it was supposed to be

"See you Monday," I said, waving good-bye late Thursday after chatting about my plans for a long weekend with the kids: Ashling, the princess as you called her, and Callum the tearaway who last year at 15 months old nearly plunged AFP America into darkness after wandering into the technicians lab and finding some very enticing buttons.

You gave us your passion, and your devotion and your boundless energy. You taught us to strive every day to be better than we were, to never take anything at face value, to never shirk for an instant from the most onerous tasks and to always find the good in every person no matter their individual limitations. Tomorrow the team will be back again in the newsroom. But it's heart has been ripped out.

And so I find myself asking on this late Sunday night, "What would you do Peter?" Above all you were our rock, our foundation, our center. This is too soon.The vacuum you leave is too huge, the sadness too overwhelming. We weren't ready to say goodbye. You weren't ready. This is not the way it was supposed to be.

Jo Biddle