Well said. We never know how much time have left with those we loved.
Without going off the rails in true GTAM style...
FIL was a sick man, he never told anyone, didn't want to show it...
We were fishing one Sunday afternoon in Rockwood. I geared up to go on the bike (his daughter and I were already engaged) and he said to me 'This will be the last time we ever see each other'.
'STFU bud. We've got a lot of years left.'
Shook hands and I rode off.
He was dead within 24h from a heart attack.