In the photograph at the top of this blog, I’m talking to one of my best friends, Vic Gaska. The picture was taken four summers ago at a softball game. Earlier this week, on Wednesday, Vic left work early, telling co-workers he didn’t feel well. He went home, he said, to “sleep it off.” After a nap, Vic called his best friend Mike to tell him he had decided not to go with him to the Celtics game that night. Mike was concerned – Vic never missed a game. But Vic insisted he was fine – just need some rest. A couple hours later, Vic’s wife found him sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, motionless. Heart attack. Vic was 53.