I wrote about him almost exactly six months ago.

We just walked out to take some boxes of stuff to Goodwill before we go out to a dinner tonight. My neighbor’s daughter was in the driveway, crying. Sam had just passed, at home, in his own bed.

We talked with her, and with her sister and brother who came out to wait for the mortuary van. We stood and talked about him, and when we left, they were laughing about things he’d said and done.

I know it was his time, but damn, I’m sad.