The First block of the Final year. Two years ago when I started on this journey, Rob West was the first person to talk to me. We walked from the hostel together, searching for the entrance to the building, and then the lecture room. There was always a silent sense of humour and insight into sticky human behaviour. When I couldn't see the light at the end of the MBA-tunnel, Rob was there with sympathy and a way to measure an see MBA progress. Looking after me during a night out in town with his group. Sparkly blue eyes, talking about his family. Always a gentleman.
This morning we officially started the last year. And Rob's seat is empty.
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
We miss you, Rob. Rest in Peace.