My friend Bob, my church boyfriend, passed away this morning.  I last saw him October 24, and posted a selfie of the two of us here. (see extra)  He was in a rehab facility at that point after falling and breaking several vertebrae.  Later that week, his son and granddaughter moved him from Sarasota to an assisted living place in Orlando so he would be close to some of his family.  
Bob was a man of few words, great faith, and a neat sense of humor.  We sat together at mass for years, 11:30 every Sunday I was in town.  Once when I was away for a couple weeks, I went into the church and sat down next to him and told him I was in my rightful place.  He looked at me, puzzled and asked what did I mean?  My rightful place?  I told him, "Seated at the right hand of Bob."   :)
Bob was 101 years old, a veteran and proud of it, wrote a biography titled "Boy am I ever Lucky," bred and raised Alaskan Malamutes.....well, the list goes on and on.
Comfort today is knowing he is no longer in pain, has been reunited with his wife and daughter and I wouldn't be surprised if he was seated at the right hand of God.  RIP, my friend.