I walk a lot here in Roberta, and noticed a man in a pickup often, always waved. He stopped, we chatted, he had cancer. He thanked me for caring. We didn’t even exchange names.
Recently I noticed he wasn’t around anymore. I described him and his truck to a neighbor. Bad news, he passed away.
Wow, this type stuff shocks me . . .
He was a nice guy. We never know when stuff may happen . . .
I hope he had a good life . . . I’m glad we talked . . .