Death (un)notice(d)

Today I found out that Mark died last April. 
I knew that his job with the Revenue Commissioner had moved from Dublin Castle to another office further afield. 
I assumed that his ageing dad was dropping him at Kilbarrack station to catch an earlier Dart. 
I missed our conversations. 
He was unusual. Gentle. Yes gentle, and affable, but not in an overbearing manner. 
I was hoping that I would bump into him again, on a day when I'd catch the 08.55 Dart and he'd be late for his. 
I missed our conversations. 

And I found out quite by chance this morning that he had died. 
Suddenly. 
A while back. 
And I feel sad. And I don't know how. 
I don't know how. 

Rest in Peace Mark.