My favorite brother in law and myself have hunted pheasant in the grain fields of Kansas, skied the mountains of Colorado, and sailed all over the southern Caribbean. We communicate almost every day via email. He lives in Arizona and started his return to Arizona on the 27th. He called my wife twice on his trip home to report his progress. We were close.
About an hour into our return trip to Texas on the 30th, we received a phone call. Leroy had been taken to the hospital. An hour later, we received another phone call telling us "He didn't make it." It was just devastating news. We were in a car in the middle of Oklahoma. The news just ripped into my wife and I. He was more than a brother in law to me. He was a great and close friend. We had visited, on the 25th and 26th. We had talked on the 27th. On the morning of the 30th he was dead.
Leroy died of a massive heart attack. He had no history of heart disease. He walked daily. He did not smoke. He carried the weight of his college days. He ate good wholesome foods.
I'm carrying on okay, but I have an awful empty feeling. Please tell the ones you care for that you love them.
I guess writing this helps.