As a bartender, who was that one customer you will never forget?

Oh, this one is easy.

His name was Klaus and he came almost every day to the bar I was working at to save money for university.

Klaus was in his late sixties and a widower. His wife had died years ago and he told me that he left everything the way it was in their bedroom and that he wasn't able to sleep in their bed. He only slept in the living room. He was very lonely and he had no kids. Klaus and I became good friends even though I was 45 years younger than he. I drove him to his doctor appointments and always listened to him when he needed to talk about his wife. He loved her very very much. One day he told me he had cancer and he refused any treatments. It took a couple of months until he needed to be hospitalized but he was still doing ‘okay’ for someone who was terminally ill. My family and I went on vacation and my boss from the bar called me to tell me that Klaus was transferred to the hospice. We drove back home and I visited him two times, and I even brought him his favorite beer and we talked about his wife. He told me that he would soon get to see her again.

He died that night in his sleep. Not many people came to his funeral and his urn was buried anonymously. It's been 3 years. I miss him. He is one of the reasons I believe in true love.