Really, really horrible, awful, terrible BAD time for me. Right after I said I wouldn't go north [of southern Ky, where I was sitting], my sister called to ask me to come home, because her 27 year old son died. In his sleep. [How the coroner can refer to that as "natural" causes is just beyond me.] This was a guy who worked hard, played hard, ate right, didn't smoke, definitely didn't touch drugs, and always knew how to have real fun: a genuine Tough Mudder.
But the worse part is that he died in Indianapolis, where he was attending a gamers event, in the middle of the Polar freeze - and Indianapolis is closed. So we haven't been able to bring his body back home yet, nor his car, and his parents are hanging by a thread - just barely.
I think it goes without saying that prayers and thoughts and condolences are offered, so please, don't say it. I don't want to hijack the thread, just to say that tomorrow is guaranteed to nobody - cherish your loved ones, every blessed day. Because every day you have them is blessed.
RIP, Danny Joseph Maher.