Last night, a dear friend lost her husband to a sudden pulmonary embolism. John was my age or maybe a year younger. A soft-spoken man, bordering on the shy, who embodied the term "Gentle Giant," he made my friend Brandee very happy.
They weren't gamers, at least not paper and dice gamers. But they were SF fans, especially of Star Trek. In fact, they met via Star Trek fandom. John proposed to her on the replica bridge of the USS Enterprise at the Hilton "Star Trek Experience" in Vegas. A year later, I was proud to stand on the bridge with them when they were married by a minister wearing a Star Fleet Uniform, while Klingons toasted the bride.
I'm gobsmacked by the injustice of it all. Of a woman without her love. Of a young daughter without a father. Of a kind man I won't ever get to visit with again.
Hug your loved ones, folks.