Condolence: Raynell and family,
I am so sorry for your loss. Please accept my sincerest condolences and take time to be amongst family and friends to grieve your loss and celebrate Mr. Denny's life.
Please let me know if there is any way the FOIA team can help in this difficult time for you and your loved ones, Paul

Condolence: Janice n family we are praying God’s comfort during this difficult time.
We love you.

Condolence: We’re so very sorry for your loss. Our family will keep your family in our thoughts and prayers.

Condolence: I'm so sorry for the loss of your father. I hope you and your family can find some comfort soon. May he rest in peace.

Condolence: My deepest condolences to the Denny family in this difficult time.

Condolence: Please accept our deepest condolences. We were deeply saddened to hear of Mr. Denny's transition.

You all are in our thoughts and prayers. May he rest in paradise.

Condolence: I wish Mr. Denny peace and love as he goes home. My thoughts and prayers are with Mr. Denny’s family. I am grateful that he brought an amazing woman into this world, Raynell Lazier. Raynell’s love, compassion and support is making this world a better place.

Condolence: Please accept our deepest condolences. We send our love, thoughts, and prayers to you and your family during this difficult time.

Quentin, Akilah and The Bullock Family

Condolence: When Great Trees Fall
Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.