The world is a bit less Bright, today: We’ll miss you, Galba.

My RSS feedreader brought me sad news, today.

“It is with deep regret that the family and friends of Galba Bright wish to inform you of Galba’s untimely passing. Galba Francis Adeyinka Bright, Human Resource Consultant and Author, died at his office on March 31 of natural causes, leaving his wife Sandra, numerous family members, friends, associates, readers and fans.” -              TuneUpYourEQ

Ordinarily, I’d hesitate to use wordplay in a memorial post, but I like to think Galba would laugh at the this post’s title - it was my use of humor which usually triggered our exchanges. He brought a sense of gentle grace, laughter, curiosity and encouragement to all of our interactions. I came to know him as someone who truly loved experiencing life, exploring emotions, bettering himself, offering aid to others, and a deep passion for teaching the concepts behind Emotional Intelligence. When I think of him, my artist’s eyes see brilliant blues, turquoise and cobalt, streaked with magenta and gold - full of depth, and warm, bright illumination.

I’d come to feel close to Galba through this virtual blog world. Perhaps we didn’t communicate directly that often by most standards, but still, we often commented on one another’s blogs, shared emails now and then, and even spoke via Skype once, when he generously offered a free hour of consultation. Knowing he read my posts, and vice versa, well… with little contact, we created a sense of mutual shared presence that is difficult to explain. I shall miss that presence.

My deepest condolences to his wife, Sandra, and a shared moment of Galba-like grace, for all of us who have been touched by his life.

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MindTweak: “…never underestimate the power of interactions and words - every conversation and encounter with someone else has the potential to leave us changed.” - Galba Bright
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(and a thank you to Ellen Weber, whose memorial
hit my newsreader first, gently broke the news
and made me feel a bit less alone.)