Went grocery shopping today. Had my list, was maybe a quarter of the way through it, which brought me to the chips isle. For the last several months, I have noticed a new guy stocking chips. Not The Big Guy who has been there since we moved up on the mountain, and with whom I passed inconsequential conversation just about every time I was there. He was Big, with a capital B, scruffy blonde beard, gentle giant sort of nature. Just an all around nice guy, always willing to help or chat. So today I asked New Guy--"Where's the big guy been? Haven't seen him in quite a while."
"He passed away. Pneumonia."
I never even knew Big Guy's name, so why did it make me so sad? I guess because he seemed young--younger than I am, at least. And it was unexpected, even though carrying that much weight couldn't have been healthy. He once told me (we were talking about chip consumption in general) that they moved $30,000 just in Frito Lay products every month. I know he didn't drink, because I tried to recommend this gawd-awful peanut butter flavored whisky I'd found. I know he was willing to help lift the heavy kitty litter for me (one isle over) when I'd had surgery and under lifting restrictions. But I never knew his name.
Sorry to be a Debbie Downer. Just wanted to say; if you get a chance, say something nice to the people that are "incidental" in your life. Nobody is forever.