I'm back...

But with a very heavy heart.

On the drive up, before getting to the cabin I got a call from Aaron, letting me know that our friend and fellow team mate Mark Nicholson had died. Many people knew Mark, and if you did you knew an amazing person.

He was one of those people you just wanted to hug because he was so full of joy, always smiling, always positive...

Every time I got on the bike this week, and nearly every time I sat down to write something, I thought of his passing.

Coming back to only 250 new emails to sort through between gmail and work (really not to many - maybe thanks to the out of office notification on one) had me staring at a pile of them all about Mark.

I haven't read them yet. Just seeing the subject has those emotions rolling back. I'd dealt with the grief once, worked through it.

I'll miss that man with the green scarf the most at the Plymouth Cross races.

Okay damn it.

Now i'm crying in my office. I miss that guy.

Bwyso I Mewn Dangnefedd Mark Louis Francis Nicholson
-G