A very good person I knew passed away a week ago. We didn't see much of each other, our lives led us in different directions but when we did cross paths I knew he was special, he was a genuinely good man. He loved his family, music, God-- he loved his life. This world is better for him having been in it.
When someone dies that I care about I am reminded of my own mortality. His passing certainly got me thinking about my own life--where I am at, and what I still want to do/accomplish/visit/feel - I plan to work on this.