He was 52.
He hadn’t been feeling well.
He ran a hot shower.
He stepped in. His head hit hard.
She was his sister-in-law.
She always thought they’d have more time.
More time to talk. To say the things that matter.
How could she express her grief?
She did something he had once poured himself into.
She climbed New Hampshire’s 4000-footers. Leaving a memory of him on every summit.
All 48 of them. In 15 months.
And now the Grand Canyon. He did that once, too.
Don’t wait.
Tell him. Tell her. Now.