Stephanie was more than a colleague. She was my sister.
Our offices sat side by side, and over the years, hers stopped being just the office next door. We were in each other's offices often. Morning tea. Afternoon round-ups. And, our walk to the parking deck at the end of the day. We never rushed it. She had a goodnight for everyone.
Our friendship lived outside the office, too.
I cannot write about her in the past tense. Everything in me resists it.
I have never known anyone who made herself as available as Stephanie did. Her door was always open, literally and in every other way. No matter how full her plate or how heavy her own load, she made room. For colleagues, for friends, for strangers. She remembered the small things. She showed up. She made people feel seen.
And of course, the community organizations. The underserved and the overlooked. That was where she put her time, her whole life. Quietly, constantly, with no need for credit. That was who she was.
To Brandon, Steven, and Aaron, you were her proudest subject, her favorite story, the light she carried into every room. "The fellas." Her love for the three of you was one of the truest things I have ever known. I am here, in every way she would have wanted me to be.
My friend, my sister. Thank you for all that you were.