I can't believe that the fittest guy I know, the guy who has to eat twice his body weight every day just to maintain his metabolism, the guy who cannot sit still for more than three minutes, is laid up in the hospital with a double pulmonary embolism.
You better get well really soon, big brother, because I'm still expecting you to come out for a visit on Groundhog Day. Hey, if you didn't want to come, you could have just said so.
But please please get back to health. I've even forgiven you for tying me up under the back porch all afternoon when I was in grade 2. We were playing prisoner of war, after all. So no hard feelings.