On the one hand, I'm officially set up to have what could be the most interesting birthday yet, with a business meeting in the morning and a music video gig on Friday, maybe tea later on.

On the other hand, there's a strike in the shadow this week. We hadn't talked in a while but I remember how cool and together she was every time we did. Nothing was insurmountable, she was flexibility and competence personified. In a colleague, you crave that sort of thing and when you develop a personal relationship with the person, you feel blessed. I didn't believe her the first time she told me that she had adult children, she just looked too young - she brought "aged well" to a new level. She was joyful, even tempered and accountable - a stunning example of what is fine and good in humanity, in my opinion. She was very supportive of people when they were sad or sick too, understanding the nuances and ripple effect of loss. It seems that she had a good deal of support and love around her these past years when the cancer came back to claim her. It's been a while since I saw her last and I don't know if I can say I'll miss her more now that I know I won't see her again, it's not like that. When that kind of light goes out I feel sad for the world. It's like a species becomes extinct. No more river dolphin. No more Patricia. Rest beautifully, nice lady. I'll try to keep in mind what I learned from you and carry it forward as best I can. Apologies in advance if I screw up now and then.