“a Sweet Soul”: Colleagues Mourn Angela Stribling Following Her Peaceful Passing

You know how some people just have that glow? Not the kind you get from a fancy face mask, but the kind that radiates from the soul? That was our Angela Stribling. When news of her peaceful passing swept through the office, it didn’t feel real—because how can a light that bright actually go out? She drifted off quietly last Tuesday, wrapped in her favorite lavender quilt, a half-finished crossword puzzle on her nightstand. No drama. Very on-brand.

Colleagues are swapping stories like candy this week. Remember that time she brought in a dozen doughnuts “just because”—but then admitted she’d bought two dozen and eaten the other half on the drive over? Classic Angela. She had a sweet tooth that could rival a toddler’s, but an even sweeter heart. When Dave from accounting was going through a rough divorce, it was Angela who left a little jar of “emergency gummy bears” on his desk with a sticky note reading: “For the sour days.” Dave cried. Then he ate the gummy bears.

There were also her legendary post-it notes. Everywhere. “Don’t forget you’re a rockstar” on the coffee machine. “Your hair looks fab” on the bathroom mirror. One time she stuck “I knew that shrimp was bad” on the breakroom fridge after a questionable potluck. She had a gift for making the mundane magical, and her laugh? It sounded like wind chimes made of marshmallows. Soft, sweet, and impossible to fake.

So here’s to Angela, our office’s unofficial sunshine distributor. May her journey be filled with endless crossword puzzles, zero leftover shrimp, and all the doughnuts a soul could desire. Because, as she’d say with a wink, “Life is short. Eat the second dozen.”