Open Wounds

We are officially stuck in the middle of the week. Monday has us blocked in and Wednesday the notorious "hump" day isn't quite here so I am saturated with work, stress and what feels like a really long week still ahead.
I have been seeing Michal now for 3 months. Progress? Of course, and while my initial reasoning for needing therapy or counseling or a bitch-fest (to each their own) is not why I see him now. I have progressed in area's I didn't even know were really issues. One in particular hits a little rough today.
I get a phone call at 8am on the dot. Phone calls at 8am usually are family and this one was close enough. A person in my prayers and thoughts had past away at 5am this morning. 88 years old, but you would have never thought by the way this man moved, spoke or physically looked that he was near the age he really was. His dear wife sent out an email message to everyone and these were her words.... "Our 'Jake' has gone. He had a quiet passing and it was time for him to leave. He was such a wonderful man and husband, and it will be a great loss to many."
This email and event has opened up a fresh wound for me. While old is never old enough and I am not sure there really is "a time to go". Someone's, someone is gone. Whether she knows it or not she will see him again, but until then it will feel as though another eternity has fallen upon her, that it will never be soon enough for her to see him again.
'Jake' like my own father never let on how sick or in pain he really was.
I haven't lost a husband, or a child, but losing someone you love, you admire, you look up to and found no fault in... is hard. No matter the who, what ,when, where and why. It hurts.
I hope you meet my father 'Jake', he was and is a great man. Your in great hands. I will keep your wife and family in my prayers. Today I grieve all over again, and lucky for the sensitive me.... I cry.