Death can come at unexpected times.
A friend of mine was only 32. He walked a block and a half through an alley to another friend of ours’ house for an unexpected visit one evening. Thought they would hang out, but the other friend just got in off of work and said he was too tired.
On his walk back, he had a heart attack in that alley and died. He was found 2 days later. That was several years ago and I still haven’t seen that other friend. He slipped into depression out of guilt blaming himself. Last I heard, he is hooked on heroin pretty bad. Changed his number and even moved out of that apartment. I tried reaching out and I can’t even find out where he lives.
He told my buddy that we all probably blame him so it’s best to just stay away.
Lost two really good friends over a freak heart condition.