It was his second bout with pneumonia in six months, and this one did him in. Almost ninety and never had surgery. Two strokes though. The first was back in 1969, just before his sixty-fifth birthday just shy of retirement. The second was in 1992, age eighty-seven, which took a lot of the remaining wind out of his sails.
Someone dies at age ninety, after a pretty good life.
You don t know whether to cry or say Thank God. I did both. He was in Toronto General. The hospital phoned me about eleven o clock at night, then I phoned my brother and sisters, but because I live closest, I was the first one there. Everything has to be accounted for.