He came in from chipping golf balls and taking it easy, sat down in his chair, and just stopped breathing. He was 72, and had been retired for 7 years.
All I can think of is how hard he worked his whole life, and how all that work tended to aggravate a distance between he and I that started when I was a boy, and only grew with time.
I just keep coming back to how the way we work is bullshit. It uses people’s lives up for nothing more than squiggles on a balance sheet. He deserved more time. We all deserve more time. It’s up to us to take it.