A co worker/friend of mine has passed away from intestinal problems. Without powerleveling, his name was Dan. I've know him and had a conversation with him and another older man for nearly everyday since the past two years. Dan was a free spirited layback kinda guy. When I first heard of his passing I at first thought it was a dark joke (all three of us would usually make that kind of humor whenever we see each other or if one is missing). It took like a minute for the devastating realization that this was serious to sink in. Dan was 65 years of age but if you'd known him, it felt like he had at least more time left. There is going to be a funeral service at the Legion club next week.
Everyone I know seems to be going into grief now. My Dad had to attend his aunt's funeral. My brother lost a old highschool friend from a motorcycle accident. He was only 27. I remember him from the school's robotics team it feels very surreal that he's gone. A woman at my church became a widow last month when her husband was killed by a uber driver. And of course you all know that my mom lost her dog 3 months ago. Heck, I nearly died like an hour ago on the freeway.
The best thing to take away from here is always live life in the moment. If you got friends and family that you've haven't seen in a while. Go hang out with them even if they live far away. Because you'll never know when is the last time you'll ever see them again.
For Dan, thank you. You were a good old man that brighten up my afternoons. I'll miss you.