Sometimes grief can be surprising. That happened to me today when I saw that Dan Miller died. I didn't "know" him, though I met him once at a swimming pool while I played with his daughter.
I hadn't thought anything about him in probably 20 years. He was the local news anchor we watched in my home when I was growing up in Nashville. I guess maybe it's comforting for things from our growing up years to stay the same and be there in case we want to go back & visit. My connection to him was small - his voice was just on in the background a lot. But these little things seep in and become part of us.
He was only 67. Rest in peace.