Like a thief that comes at night.

That's how my professor used to describe death's unpredictability - which I experienced firsthand.

I just learned that my neighbor, Ian, has passed on. Gone at 64, which is a bit too young in my opinion, he's survived by his partner, Laurie and 3 of his adult sons. It's sad as my family already shared a bond with them. They're usually there to help out with odd jobs, there to greet us whenever we come by, was there to share treats, swap stories and exchange garden veggies.

What I would have given to say goodbye. You will be missed Ian.

*tear