Two men were side-by-side. Both very sick, both with sick hearts. Both near death more than once. One spent a month in the hospital and unexpectedly, miraculously chose the path back to us. Involuntarily? Voluntarily? We’ll never know. But his roommate spent three months in the hospital and isn’t coming home. He lost his battle yesterday. Involuntarily? Voluntarily? We’ll never know. Similar circumstances. Same amount of love and hope. Same doctors, same care. I’m so sad for the friends and family who ‘lost,’ and so thankful for the friends and family who ‘won.’ Life has never been fair. It’s always been survival of the fittest with a dusting of dumb luck. I don’t know how you made it and he didn’t, but I’m glad you’re here. And I feel guilty about that in the face of their loss. Be strong, be healthy, and live your life. You have the memory of a good man by your side.