Vision of a Passing

Thursday morning I find myself thinking of a man I used to work with about 11 years ago. I ran into him roughly 3 years ago while I was at my oncologist office for a check-up. Turned out he had a cancer on his leg that had spread to his lungs. He said to me, "I'm terminal". He couldn't have been more than 50 years old at the time. I haven't thought of him since, but I just couldn't get him out of my mind Thursday morning, wondering how he was and if he'd made it. I found myself sitting down to check the local obituaries on-line..........I found him. He died, Monday, January 15, 2007, just 3 days before. Why would I have thought of him after all this time?