"But there is no joy in Mudville -- mighty Casey has struck out..."
What is a colleague?
Someone you share something with; often a profession, role, or office. Shared values, experiences, and aspirations. Shared successes, failures, and struggles. I shared over eighteen years with Casey. For eighteen years, I always knew he'd be right there, ever reliable.
I never "worked" with Casey, though he was often there, often present. He acted as Project Manager for state projects in offices in which I worked. He stamped drawings on projects I worked on. He gave me professional advice and support on many occasions.
I served as a NOMA member, as did Casey. Attended tons of meetings, conferences, and events with him. But while searching through hundreds of pictures, I couldn't find "the picture". Found pictures he was in. Pictures he photobombed. Pictures he took of me! But I never found "the picture" -- he was everywhere and nowhere at once.
I've been invited to his home for his mother-in-law's Jamaican cooking. I've had him boast to me that he had AutoCAD installed on his Pocket PC. He informed me that you could order any kind of drink, alcoholic or non-alcoholic, to qualify for the 25-cent wings at Reggie's. He bade me farewell, as he left to go hit some "little white balls". He told me that he'd gone to see Hamilton twice already with Nadene and that I should enjoy it.
And then Bryan laughed at hearing recollections about Casey by his cousin. Sheila swayed and seconded Mama Chambers' words. Nadene exhibited the strength, love, class, and grace that we should all pray we receive on our day of remembrance by our spouses & loved ones. James offered heartfelt words, displaying the pain and sorrow we all feel and have felt about your loss. I held Bryan and Sheila's hands during the final prayer, crying at knowing that they were my strongest ties to Casey; he was still here with us, wasn't going anywhere.
There was joy in Chicago -- mighty Casey has gone home.