I discovered he had died a year earlier after a very long battle with leukemia.
I remember when he was diagnosed. He was planning on joining a monastery when he received the news. This was about 20 years ago. We lost track of each other, and I hadn't heard from him in about 15 years. Anyway, when I read about him and the things he continued to do for the homeless and the hungry in Minneapolis, I had to get off the treadmill, go to the bathroom, and cry for about 5 minutes before returning to the treadmill.
My heart feels heavy right now.