Yesterday my mom informed me that a good friend of the family, one who was more like an uncle to me than many of my blood uncles, barely survived a heart attack a few days ago. He only has 2% of one artery left, so they really don't know how he survived. He has Alzheimer's and Dementia, so he was already on a bad decline. He's not expected to survive the week.
I haven't seen him in the 25 years since I moved to PA, and I'm not going to get to see him before he dies. My dad said in a way, it's a good thing because I'll remember him when he was strong and healthy.

I do wish I'd gotten to see him again, though. Or would get to now. I loved him dearly. A good, sweet man is about to leave this world.