Fifteen years ago, I got divorced and moved to the city. My lawyer was an idiot, so a friend introduced me to a big-shot attorney she knew. Although he couldn't help me because he doesn't practice Family Law, he did give me the name of a fabulous attorney. Last week I was thinking about this man. He's a literal legend in the city, and I was thinking that he's pretty old now...and as morbid as it sounds, I was hoping he wasn't going to die soon or anything. I looked him up, and he's still alive. Then yesterday, I stopped at 7-11 for coffee, and something made me pick up a copy of the paper from that city. I don't live there anymore; I moved to the burbs a long time ago and haven't read that paper since. My stomach dropped when I saw his name in the obituaries. But then I saw it wasn't him - it was his son, who is in his late 30s and died suddenly.