In a short while he will be eighty-four years old. Up until a year or so ago he was still quite spry, enjoying his card games, an occasional fine meal, the companionship of friends. Even after diabetes resulted in the loss of several toes, he was still able to dance at parties. A slight man, always dapper, with a quick smile, and a twinkle in his eye, he has what is commonly called 'Old World' charm. The ladies recognize his courtly manner, a quality that distinguishes him from other men within his circle. He speaks well, does not mince words, and has an unjaundiced and slightly bemused view of the world and of his place in it. He is generous to a fault.
His family and friends are important to him. He enjoys their visits just as he used to enjoy chance meetings with them in the street or at someone's home. And there are many visitors to his bedside every day, a steady stream.
Recently he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. He accepts his fate with his trademark good humor, says he is quite prepared to leave this world, has no regrets. He is grateful for all that he has experienced in his life, for his family and his many friends. He will not miss the world that he is leaving, he says; what he will miss most is the companionship of those he will leave behind.
His philosophical view of his imminent passage from this life is colored not by sadness, but by his steadfast courage and a deep religious faith.
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