I just found out my brother's roomate, Jim, died late last week. From what I've heard he had a heart attack in his sleep and went peacefully. I haven't talked to Ben about it yet, but I do know that Ben really respected Jim and they had many a intellectually intriguing discussion.
Jim was a former professor and from what I know was probably in his mid to late 50's, but had been in the process of starting anew.
Life is such a fragile thing and it is unfortunate that it takes death to remind us of a greater purpose.
10:02:06 PM 
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