Dear Betsy,
We need you right now.
A large shuffle is going on, amongst the middle echelons. It means a role will be reassigned, and we're not sure where it goes. Or, rather, we know who will take it on; we know that person doesn't want it, and kind of is only mediocre at it. If you were here, I bet you'd rock. If Old Chair were here, there'd be no questions. But you went, and she went, and now there's only one.
Someday, BabyBrother will take on this role. Possibly he will not be very good at it. I can think of lots of things he'd be awesome at, and I think he'll fall into them as the come. He'll have to take this role on sometimes, too. He'll drop some balls, but he'll throw some others so magnificently that they'll never notice the ones he stoops to pick up.
And then, of course, there's me. It is assumed that (possibly the second I am old enough) I will be this person. I'm a loud mouth and a creative thinker, plus I'm really good with a word processor. The One who will take this role has experimented with the position...and frequently defers to me. (This is a bad idea, of course, because I am a mere child. But I am a noisy and obnoxious and industrious child. I can see the appeal.)
If you were here, you would be noisy but raise a righteous ruckus. You would charm exactly the right amount, rather than bullying like me. You'd rock at mentoring the new folks, the one we're getting next year and then the one who will replace me. (BabyBrother can help with that, of course.) You'd organize, you'd delegate. They assumed you'd take this role, too, didn't they? What an odd coincidence.
It's those characteristics we share that made this place, these people, so hard for us, I think. Things will be fine under the New World Order. It's just that they would have been better with you (and me. Together, I suspect we could have done great things. And giggled while we did them).
Hope things are well down where you are. We're missing you up here.
Love,
MathNerd
A large shuffle is going on, amongst the middle echelons. It means a role will be reassigned, and we're not sure where it goes. Or, rather, we know who will take it on; we know that person doesn't want it, and kind of is only mediocre at it. If you were here, I bet you'd rock. If Old Chair were here, there'd be no questions. But you went, and she went, and now there's only one.
Someday, BabyBrother will take on this role. Possibly he will not be very good at it. I can think of lots of things he'd be awesome at, and I think he'll fall into them as the come. He'll have to take this role on sometimes, too. He'll drop some balls, but he'll throw some others so magnificently that they'll never notice the ones he stoops to pick up.
And then, of course, there's me. It is assumed that (possibly the second I am old enough) I will be this person. I'm a loud mouth and a creative thinker, plus I'm really good with a word processor. The One who will take this role has experimented with the position...and frequently defers to me. (This is a bad idea, of course, because I am a mere child. But I am a noisy and obnoxious and industrious child. I can see the appeal.)
If you were here, you would be noisy but raise a righteous ruckus. You would charm exactly the right amount, rather than bullying like me. You'd rock at mentoring the new folks, the one we're getting next year and then the one who will replace me. (BabyBrother can help with that, of course.) You'd organize, you'd delegate. They assumed you'd take this role, too, didn't they? What an odd coincidence.
It's those characteristics we share that made this place, these people, so hard for us, I think. Things will be fine under the New World Order. It's just that they would have been better with you (and me. Together, I suspect we could have done great things. And giggled while we did them).
Hope things are well down where you are. We're missing you up here.
Love,
MathNerd