At my last job, the lead engineer on the project I was involved in was about five years older than me. Peter was divorced, with grown children. He had a Harley he loved to ride, an old house he had recently purchased, gutted and was remodeling, and a real zest for life. He was careful (but not obsessive) about what he ate, he exercised regularly and took pretty good care of himself.
I liked the guy. He was an early and active member of Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth, and we had several long discussions on that topic, but we also talked about other things. He had a wicked sense of humor.
On Tuesday, June 26 at about 6AM he was out taking his morning walk when a 68 year old man driving a Toyota struck and killed him. He would have been fifty-five on July 17. I found out about it today.
Just. Damn.