...oh...
A coworker of mine died last night.
He was great fun to work with, an old hippie with great stories, and a kind man. Most mornings I'd see him as I went into the building, smoking out back. He'd wave, and tell me what I could expect to be working on when I got upstairs, complete with grin or companionable shudder.
He wasn't old enough to go. I shall miss him.
He was great fun to work with, an old hippie with great stories, and a kind man. Most mornings I'd see him as I went into the building, smoking out back. He'd wave, and tell me what I could expect to be working on when I got upstairs, complete with grin or companionable shudder.
He wasn't old enough to go. I shall miss him.