Sara Bankhead
I really loved Ed. I was one of his employees; he had hired me on, paid me more than I initially came in requesting, and started me with a higher position than the one I applied for. And after they cut me seasonally, he hired me back permanently. He believed in me. He had a friendly yet curmudgeonly aura that made him a dynamic and interesting character in our store. Ed was loving, kind...hilarious, too. We used to good around at work and he used to joke about me dancing —“no twerking on the sales floor!” Among other things. I remember he gave me advice about a boy I was having trouble with, why didn’t he love me? Why am I experiencing this? He fondly looked back on how he met his wife Danielle and told me don’t worry—I’d find somebody who will want to be with me. He spoke so highly of his wife and seemed to work incredibly hard to provide for his family. Ed is a revered manager in our store and nobody will ever forget him. When I went to work after I’d found out he had passed, I couldn’t keep it together. I fell apart. A very important thread in the fabric of our work family is missing, and I am crestfallen. I wish I could have given him a hug and told him juuuust how much he meant to me. The last time I saw him I was concerned—checking on him—asking if he was ok—and the next thing I know he is gone. Life is profound and precious, and I would not be where I am today had I not met Ed. I love you, buddy. Thank you so much for being apart of my life.
