In Remembrance of Otis

If I had some wine handy, I’d pour some on the ground for a brother who’s no longer here. Otis and I weren’t close, I don’t even know his last name. If I don’t say a word about his passing, I wonder if anyone else will?

I don’t know the details of his death, I’ve heard it was a heart attack but it’s only a rumor. Looking back, I barely knew the details of his life. He once attended Southern University, he kept up with sports, and he loved to engage in long conversations.

It didn’t matter if you were a friend or a stranger, Otis had something to say. He’d talk your ear off and some days people would duck him because they didn’t have time to spare. Nobody’s ducking him now, he won’t be coming back around.

It’s too early to say how much I’ll miss Otis? I didn’t think of him much when he was out of sight. Often you heard him coming before he came into view. The one constant when someone heard his voice or saw him approach was the smile he gave and the smiles he elicited. Otis impacted any number of lives, rest in peace!

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