Yesterday I said goodbye to my cousin Edwin.
His heart gave out one Sunday afternoon, unexpectedly, while he was doing one of the things he loved most, bike-riding. His friend tried to revive him on the spot, hoping to buy time for an ambulance to the hospital. But it was only enough to keep him alive in the technical sense. He sat motionless in a coma at UCLA medical for nearly a week, until it was his time to go.
Ed was in his late fifties, had no signs of ill health. He was a phenomenal athlete by all accounts. He loved life and the people who lived it with him. And he still had so much to offer.
Life can be cruel that way.