When YaYa moved to her first apartment a few years ago she befriended Mike Somer, her older neighbor across the hall. I know, your mind goes immediately to "creep" but it wasn't like that. He was genuinely kind and cared about her as a friend/surrogate daughter, and we all got together for a 4th of July BBQ at their apartment complex last year.
As YaYa is fond of telling me, he told her I seemed much too nice to be a lawyer lol.
The two stayed in touch even after she moved to her new place. This was their text last week:
It was to be their last communication. Mike was found dead today in his apartment during a welfare check.
He was nice to my kid and made a positive impact in her life. That's enough in my book to make him, in the words on my Grandma, a Good Joe. He'll be in my prayers.
RIP
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