6 years in April for my Dad, about 6 1/2 for FiL, my wifes uncle the boat modeler, shooter, retired Chief Gunners Mate EOD Diver, 2 weeks before my Fil. My parents best man about 2 weeks before my Dad, he couldn't make it to the funeral. He had been a POW, liberated a few Concentration Camps, backpacker and wilderness photographer, was working on making a birdhouse for my parents, dropped dead in a wood scrap pile at the new house around the corner. His son was a volunteer paramedic who rolled on the call. The Father of Ma D's best friend and one of my buddies from elementary school, stroked out two days before the Christmas between my Dads and died two days after Christmas.
All were veterans, Korea, WWII, Vietnam, all were guys you would really enjoy being around and bs'g for hours. I shared one or two hobbies with all of them.
What a horrendous year, one of my guys went into bad clinical depression, and took about 3 years to really snap out of it and is doing real well now.
There isn't a week that I don't see something and think I need to call my Dad and let him know. Every so often something that one of the others would enjoy. And then Damn, he's gone.
My Great Grandfather lived to 104, my grandfather 88 with heart trouble and emphysems, and my Dad 76 with Pulmoary Fibrosis. Don't like that progression.
And my Mom had a TIA last week.