Mr. Smith died today, right before I left for co-op. Two weeks ago today, he had a heart attack. He never regained consiousness, and now he's dead. I never even got to visit him in the hospital. At least this way, I get to remember him as he was; a friendly giant whose hip was level to my head, yet he always managed to give me a warm hug. A six and a half foot German speaking black man. A passionate preacher who inspired the congregation. I'll miss him, but at least I know he's gone to a better place, and I'll see him again there.
7thelementalwarrior Community Member 
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