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I had a good friend of mine that recently passed away. Met him back in 2011 at work and became buds. We always called each other to vent about our love lives, significant others, our boss and to shoot the shit in general.
He married a girl he met at the first job we met. He was a solid dude and the both had 4 young kids that were brought into the marriage 2 and 2). His fiancé (widow now) at the time wasn’t a fan of me (I’m F, I get it) and I was never disrespectful, nor did we EVER have a thing. Just solid, good friends and would give honest advice to one another (I’ve always been in a relationship as well). We lost touch for 3 years (yesterday being the exact 3). He got a heart attack a month ago and passed (44 years old, super fit, took good care of himself, no drugs/alcohol issues).I went into the bathroom a bit ago and my people started to have a conversation with me…he was talking to me, chiming in about something I said I would do but negotiate on. I looked on the floor and there’s a sticker with the letter “M”. My housekeeper left my house a few hours ago. Floors fully mopped spotlessly but even before I had seen his name initial I knew it was him. I welcomed him to visit and talk to me as he needs, and let him know I get it. The sticker of his initial is on my hand as I’m typing this.