Sad, though not surprising. When I last saw Dave Arneson at Gencon last year, he appeared to be anemic, thin, in a wheelchair and was clearly not in good health. He looked elderly in a way that Gary never did. A friend of mine quietly observed that it was likely the last time we would have a chance to meet Dave Arneson and shake his hand. I nodded silently.
And so we did. We shook his hand and we thanked him. And I'm very glad I did, too.
When Gary died, it was like losing a piece of my childhood. I'd be lying if I said this feels the same. But that doesn't mean that it does not matter.
Not too sure about the rest of you guys, but all of this over the past year - and a recent birthday last week - has me feeling significantly mortal these days.
Carpe diem.