He told stories about how, as a child, he followed the horse-drawn ice truck, as it delivered ice in North Philadelphia. He was the sonar man on a minesweeper that swept Nagasaki harbor at the end of WWII. After the service he graduated from Temple University. He taught elementary Phys Ed for almost 40 years. He ALWAYS had a second job, and a summer job. He was handy, generous, kind, and a goofball. I didn't hear a curse pass his lips until I was an adult, not even damn or hell. After a long illness in 2000/2001, he used a walker or wheelchair. For the last couple of years he has not known his family's names, who they were, and sometime where he was. Two weeks ago he kicked a nursing home aid in the chest, something he would never, ever do, had he been in his right mind. Last Wednesday he died of pneumonia as I held his hand.
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