It's winter.  I walk along.  The trees bare.  Bird nests now visible.  Pat Arthur called Terri last evening.  Pat is our neighbor.  Jim died Tuesday.  He was 62.  Jim is their daughter's husband.  I did not know Bill.  Never met Bill.  Never even seen Bill that I know of.  Terri and I went to the funeral home.  We saw, paid our respects, left.  The takeaway: When it's your time, it's your time.