A friend of mine died last week.
His name was Trey Cheek; I never even knew his real name was Clyde.
He was a student at UNC when I was Director of MPA there. Great guy. Later went to law school, and then worked for the NC Supreme Court.
His car hit a flat bed truck from behind, no skid marks. He never saw the extended back of the truck.
He was driving to have lunch with his wife in Fuquay. His wife, incredibly, turns out to be my younger son's orthodontist. We figured that out one day, when Brian had his mouth open getting big metal things put on his teeth. "You know Trey?" "Sure. You are MARRIED to Trey?" Unbelievable.
He pitched for UNC-Wilmington, and was drafted by the Mets out of college.
I was going to call him next week to come give a talk on pitching to the little league team I coach.
But now he's dead.
Hug your children, your spouse, your s.o., your dog, whatever. Life ends. Make sure you said goodbye, or at least said something worth remembering.