My great uncle passed away today.

He follows his wife, my great aunt, by a few months.

They were an adventurous couple who traveled broadly together, even into their early 80s.

He wanted to climb a mountain they had climbed together in remembrance of her. He reached the top and was apparently overjoyed. But his heart couldn't take it and he passed away.

It seems romantic and, while I'm sad, I take solace in knowing that his loneliness is over. I want to believe that he has rejoined his wife and they are embarking on their next great adventure together.