It’s a year since Sam Blackman died.
In that year things have changed at the day job. Sam’s shoes weren’t fillable so the structure at the company he led has had to alter. The building has been renamed in his honour, and the charity run along the Portland waterfront has been pulled forward from its usual October time to recognise his contribution.
People are still sad, though. I’m still sad.
Sam was an example: someone who was consistently positive and thoughtful; someone who led from the front; and someone who not only believed in people, but who let people know that he believed in them. He proved that you do not have to be a sociopath to succeed in business. Indeed, it is possible to be nice.
The saying now is “Be Like Sam”.
So that is what I try to do. I do not have Sam’s energy nor his empathy, but I try to be positive, to see the people I meet, to accept people as they are rather than judging them. I try to justify the belief Sam had in me.
It’s been a year now, and these anniversaries will never be easy I am sure. For as little as I knew Sam, he had an outsized effect on me.
I still miss him.
But I won’t forget him.