We said our final goodbyes yesterday. It still doesn’t feel real. I’ve wanted to write to you, but it’s been too hard to put pen to paper, because I’m at a loss for words. You were so eloquent and had such a way with words, mine pale in comparison, and I could never do you justice. But here’s my effort. I know you’d smile and say, “It’s ok, try your best”. Memories over the last 10 years resurface in my mind. It’s a comfort to see your smiling face and hear your wise words. During the last few days, Noel and I would tease each other and make jokes, hoping we’d replace the pain with a moment of joy. You smiled. The world was ok again for a fleeting moment. We pinkie promised that you’d teach me Arabic, that you’d walk me down the aisle. I will still hold you to that! The last day I saw you, I kissed your hand, you nodded in acknowledgment. I hope you felt the love I wanted to convey. You were so strong and courageous. I miss you. I miss your daily phone calls, “What’s the news? Anything happening?” (I am still taking care of your beloved phone, it tells me it misses you too). I miss our trips to Beijing and our late-night chats sitting in your Ming Suite. I miss standing by your desk and taking notes whilst you dictated. I miss our takeaway lunches in the boardroom. I miss your fatherly advice, you seemed to know me better than even myself. I miss hearing your life stories. I miss knowing that you are in the next room. I miss all the big moments and little moments. It has been a privilege and honour working with you for the past 10 years. I started out as a shy young girl, you’ve helped to shape me into the person I am today. I am grateful to you, for your wisdom and generosity of spirit. I hope you are having fun where you are. As we say in Chinese, it’s not goodbye – it’s 再见 (until we meet again). Love, Sophie