It's crazy. Over the summer Leo and I were planting our gardens together, trading seeds and produce. He promised to build me some raised beds for this coming year. One month later he has a seizure and they find a mass in his brain, thought it was Sarcoidosis and treated it as such. He goes between the hospital and home a couple of times, having a few setbacks along the way but overall in good spirits and otherwise good health. Around Christmas they realize it's not Sarcoidosis and it's a tumor. They remove it. He starts radiation and chemo. He's doing good and goes home. Makes posts on Facebook and emails everyone saying come visit he's bored, his birthday is Sunday come "celebrate". He has a brain bleed over the weekend at some point and ended up in critical care. He's moved to Hospice on Tuesday, not expected to make it through the night. Despite that, while in Hospice he managed to arrange for an impromptu wedding for him and his girlfriend of like 20 years and he held on until his family got there from Florida. After the wedding and seeing his family, his best friend read him all of the FB messages, emails and cards from everyone and he passed away right after hearing the last one.