Homer Combs was a good and kind man, who cared deeply about his family, and those of his employees. He always asked me how my little girl was doing, and often reminded me that she was far more important than any work deadlines. He’d get a little glint in his eyes when I skipped out a little early to go pick her up, and say “going to see your girl?” Homer was one of the truly bright spots of working at that job.

Homer and his wife Diane were on that plane that went down on Sunday. They had lived full lives, and were on the way to celebrate their 31st anniversary. But it’s always too soon, isn’t it?