He rode up on his bicycle. I said “Hey”.
He said “Hey; how you doing?”
I said “Fine”.
He rode on.
Fifteen minutes later, maybe twenty, he was dead on the floor of the pool shower. Heart attack.
Not a close friend to us; a friendly acquaintance. We saw him every day. Always a kind word. A close friend to many here.
Sorry he’s gone.
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