I think about you on a daily basis, knowing the café will never be the same. No one could ever 'replace' you. Not even the position.
I saw a man in an electric wheelchair in harewood the other day who looked like you from behind and I literally started to cry and think about all the memories over the past 9 months that I spent with you. I never would have gone to math if you hadn't told me to go atleast once a week; But I found it more important to be with you.
Your laugh could be heard from the art room, the gym and sometimes over by the councillors if the class was quiet enough.
You told me how you would never go to Target, but you were still proud I worked there.
Ill miss you forever chef,
Ill see you on the other side! <3