I am at a loss and still reeling; feelings of shock, anger, waves of sadness, and disbelief. Reading all the tributes helps a lot - being reminded of how lucky I was that our paths crossed, feeling so humbled by the profound impact that Tony had on all of our lives. Here is one more tribute to add to the list.
Tony and I spent most of our friendship arguing for sport.
Our arguments varied from things as simple as who had the best sub-story in the classic Christmas film Love Actually, to more complex disputes around the proper way for him to practice Holacracy. The last time I saw him, we argued about who knew more about love. We bickered and debated, both of us digging in. He was always trying to convince me that the only reason I disagreed with him was because I was simply refusing to understand some piece of information that he could see clearly.
Tony was smarter than me, but I was dogged, and sometimes he would use his intellect to try and corner me in an argument. I'll never forget the time that he said, "No matter what I say, you'll always disagree with me." Of course, I fell right into the trap and said, "no, I won't!" He laughed and said, "you just proved my point!" Of course, he was plum pleased with himself - he loved nothing more than to get me to admit that he was right.
We vowed to always tell each other the truth, no matter what. Which was easy for him because Tony never fudged the truth to appease me or placate me. He'd rather tell me the truth and let me deal with it. Our friendship made me smarter, stronger, and more resilient. Like all of us here, his encouragement and belief in me transformed my life. He was one of a kind.
I'm due with my second child in 2 weeks on his birthday, December 12th. Who knows when she'll actually make her appearance, but I like to think it's a small gesture from the universe. I miss you, and I love you, my friend. The world won't be the same without you.