he was not ill at all, going for long walks with his two dogs (Boxer, oh right 
), no "couch potatoe" or someone lame like that. On Jan 1st around noon he sudenly got thos typical pains in both arms and a pressure on his chest, but he didn't want to go to hospital. His wife took him there nonetheless, delivered him from the car at the main entrance to seek for a quick paring place while he walked into the building. When his wife came into the entrance she already saw people gathered around someone lying on the floor - he had collapsed and never woke again. They tried to bring him back to life for hours but he was prnounced dead, well, late that evening. Ripped out of our middle. We still cannot get it. Never again. A long process of dealing weith it ahead. And all this after I welcomed the New Year with Rose Bowl's "Amazing Grace / Streets" on full volume and a broad smile on my face... you never know what comes up next. So CARPE DIEM, everyone. I mean it.
My thoughts are with you, Alex *hugs* I'm so very sorry for your loss. I feel with you, my friend
