One of my closest clients had a heart attack while we were together a few years back. Only problem is that neither one of us knew what was happening. He starting sweating, cold and clammy, just a little short of breathe. He said that he wasn't feeling well and I could sense that right away. Still he was functioning well enough to get dress, kiss me good bye and leave.
I had to fly out the next morning. I got a call from his best friend (a fellow hobbyist I knew well also) who said that he had started to drive himself to the hospital but pull to the side of the road and died.
Needlessly to say... I was devastated! I did not feel guilty as if it were my fault... but I never realized that his kiss would be our last! He had become a good friend! It took me a little while to adjust to the loss!
Lea