I've had some bad news about my brother

My brother, Peter, died yesterday at the age of 67. He'd been ill in
hospital since early December with leukaemia. He responded quite
well to chemo, but then developed a rare brain version of the
condition, and went rapidly downhill.
I went to see him during one week when he was at home between
courses of chemo, just at the time he was developing a stroke -
he looked very ill then. He devoted 40 years of his life to medicine
(looking after diabetics in the Bradford area, where he was just the
one consultant doing the work of 4). He went part-time at the age
of 60, but didn't fully retire until he was 65.
He was looking forward to many more years together with his wife,
their children and grandchildren, but sadly this won't happen.

So, make the most of life while you can, folks. Life is short.