A dear friend of ours who's a little older than us, mid-sixties, but by no means old, died suddenly of a heart attack (either last night or this morning, not clear), out of the blue, just like that - just like my Dad did. This lovely, warm and vibrant man came to our house many times on the weekends, to hang out with us and various other friends, sometimes bringing his teenage son with him.
He had a difficult family situation - his divorce was not quite through and by his account was extremely ugly and messy. His relationship with his son was tumultuous and erratic, as from what I understand, the mother had tried to turn the son against our friend. More details I don't have, nor would I share them if I did, out of respect.
One small detail which I will share is that at the music concert I recently hosted in my home, about six weeks ago, my friend attended and had a great time. At the end of the evening, he came up to me and said, my son texted me this evening while I was enjoying the music in your home. He hasn't contacted me in a few months, must be a good vibe here. When I called another friend earlier today to tell her of our friend's passing, she suggested I mention this to my friend's son at the funeral, to let him know just how much he meant to his dad.
Jews bury their dead quickly - the funeral is today at 2pm. I'm still in total shock.