I just found out that my childhood neighbor passed away. He was 90 and lived a really good life, but it still made my cry to read his obituary. He and his wife were like grandparents to me when I was growing up. Both of their sons were well into their 30s before they had children, so they didn't have any grandchildren until they were much older than they would've liked and I was like a surrogate. I stayed with them sometimes when I was home sick from school and I'll never forget how he brought me ice cream the day I had my tonsils out. I haven't spoken with him or his wife in probably 10 years, but I'm still pretty upset about his passing and my heart is breaking for his wife.