He was a libra.
He read me the horoscopes every morning – I’m a libra too.
He had the biggest smile, and a full belly laugh.
He wore suspenders.
He did algebra every night at the kitchen table.
He called his loved ones twice a week, without fail.
He sent cards at every occasion.
He cried at his cousin’s funeral that I brought him to.
He cooked scrambled eggs at 10 o’clock at night.
He danced with his sweetheart every opportunity he got.
He talked politics with me every chance we got.
There were a lot of “mental health reasons” that he lived where I used to once work – but those are not the things that I remember about him.
I remember his laughter, his kindness, his intelligence and his unique way of looking at the world.
You never know where life will bring you, and who you will encounter along the way.
As I frame the last piece of algebra he gave me last Christmas, I take time to reflect, remember and be grateful for this man I once knew.
