Saturday last I was told that George had died.
To be honest I had to think for a few moments who he was. “You know that big strong bold guy with the motorcycle”.
I knew.

In my world there are two kind of people:
Some people walk into your favorite bar or you place of work and except when they sit next to you and start talking too you, you might never notice them.
Then there are the kind of people who do make an impression.
If they walk into the place you feel them coming and you know them. Even if you were never properly introduced.

George was the second kind of people.
The kind I fear when I first meet them.
I’m not sure why I fear them but I think it is because I feel that I will never influence them the way I do with the first kind of people. George was the kind of people who could have influenced me. Some one who would have taught me something.

I will never know how he would have influenced me. But I do know that by his passing something will change at cafe the Musketier.

You’ll be missed.