There is store, owned by an older Asian couple, about a block away from my house that I used to frequent (a liquor store, and I've cut significantly back on that stuff - so I don't go there quite so much). Back when I was a regular, I'd spend an extra minute or two asking about their kids, chatting etc. The husband was usually watching a ballgame on TV while the wife was working the counter - so, being the smart-ass that I am, I'd make a joke or two...
So Thursday night, around 10pm, I am walking home from a meeting and I happen to run into the husband, say, "Hello, how are you" etc and keep on going.
As it turns out, the man dropped dead of a heart attack 3-4 hours later. I just read about it in the newspaper this morning. I hadn't seen either him or his wife in over a month (closer to two months). As it turns out, I was, literally, one of the last people to see him alive - at 10pm some random night of the week on a random street in town. So there you go...
"He's like Billy Joel, if Billy Joel didn't suck." - Ted C. on Jonathan Richman
We just burried my grandmother yesterday. Long illness that finally took her. Family has been fighting for years over stupid shit, but now looks like everybody is putting that old crap aside and just being a family again.
About 4 years ago, I was out in Boston to visit my Dad and sister. The night before I left, we went out to dinner with my Grandma. Then I got home to Cleveland and found out Grandma had passed away in her sleep. Just amazing to think that we got to see her and have a great time right beforehand.
Of course this just makes me miss her even more. :(