In memory of our IT Officer Terry, one staff member has written this poem:
Your glasses lay upon the desk, your tea grows cold and dim;
A pen sits where you left it waiting for you to walk in.
The computers hum unknowing that your fingers won’t return;
To dance across the keyboard fixing things without concern.
I’ll miss slinking into your office requesting Gatorade and toast;
And making you white tea with one. But the thing I’ll miss the most…
Are our talks about life and gems and comics, movies and a foreign place;
While you fix my Remote Desktop, or reinstall what I’ve erased.
I’ll miss knowing you are waiting while I finish counselling a client;
So I don’t have to leave the office alone in the darkness and the quiet.
I’m sure you are up there chilling with the Angels in the clouds;
The sunset on the day you passed looked like God was shining down.
The greatest souls leave the biggest holes in the lives of those they leave;
You will always be a sparkling thread in Gateway’s rich tapestry.