In all my life, I have had several pens. Most got lost and I wasted money buying several new ones. Sometimes, people have taken my pens and never returned them. Other times, I truly believed that a pen had developed legs and walked away from me.
In all my life, Penski has been the first pen that has stayed with me from start to finish. When I was short of words, Penski never told me to hurry up. When I was at my lowest, Penski never judged me.
In all my life, Penski you know more than anyone else how words sometimes fail me even now they do in describing what you’ve been to me. All I can say is:
For every thought explored,
For every emotion expressed,
For these and many more,
Penski, I thank you.
PS: If there’s a heaven for pens, I’m sure you’ll be there. Rest in power, my friend.
Everything Shola 