On my last day at work at the store, someone wrote on the bulletin board, we will miss you Fiona, with a smiley face.
Still at work, the produce guy, Chuck, would bring me beautifully prepared fruit every morning, claiming it was not quite good enough to sell. It would be all cut up, washed and laid in a polystyrene tray, then covered with plastic wrap.Something different every day, apples, pears, mangos, peaches, strawberries, etc. It used to make my day.
I cried when I said goodbye to him.One of life's little gems.