Coffee shop regular

I can't even remember when I first saw this couple--I think it was long before I started coming to this coffee shop. Slim and trim. Biking. Jogging. Lately she'd been alone. So while I was refilling my coffee I stopped by her table and asked, fearing the worst. I'd recently seen him and he looked very frail and hesitant in his formerly athletic step. It wasn't a stroke. Or ill health. He was hit in a cross walk by a teen driver. When she told me, I put down my coffee and hugged her. Still don't know their names.