A friend, also one of my past bosses here at the shop I work at, passed away last night after an 8 month battle with a brain tumer(sp?). He was just a year younger than me(45). Seems it's always the good ones that die young. ( I know it's not really that way. Just feels like it)
He leaves behind a wife, who runs our shipping department. This was her 3rd marriage, one that finally was working for her.
So goes life, eh?