It comes and steals our loved ones from us.
Just heard from a dear friend and former editor who sent a quick email that his son had passed suddenly, without warning, in the night in his bed.
He was a grown man working for several years with lots of friends. Then, when he failed to show for an appointment, they checked his apartment and found him there.
The note from his father, my good friend of many years, was short and poignant. I can imagine him sitting there writing it.