An older fellow I used to work with would greet me smiling with "So, whattaya know for sure?" Until one day he didn't

...he passed away in his sleep the night before heart attack I was told.

Every morning, he’d greet me, “So, whattaya know for sure?” Stories spun like old memories, Made the days feel pure.

Tales of family dinners, Bowling scores we’d boast, Laughter filled the break room, He was the one I’d toast.

But one day he didn’t show, Empty seat, silence fell, Questions burned inside of me, In a rusty, angry shell.

“So, whattaya know for sure?” I screamed into the air, Words unspoken lingered, Life just doesn’t care.

Days drag on, I miss him, His wisdom in the grind, I’m left here holding stories, That haunt my restless mind.

So, whattaya know for sure, When the light starts to fade? Anger boils in my heart, While the memories cascade.

Every “So, whattaya know for sure?” Is a question I still ask, But the answers feel hollow, Without him, it’s a mask.