He was 85. He was a good man who lived a good life. He was alert and interested in the world right to his last day, when he collapsed with a heart attack. I am thankful for these blessings. I loved him and will miss him terribly.
He was very upset about the direction the United States is moving in. He was the product of the American Dream - the son of immigrants who started off as a factory worker, fought in WW II, went to college on the G.I. Bill, and made a success of his life. He was sometimes bitter in recent years, feeling that he'd fought in that war to give his children and grandchildren a better life, and then watched it all evaporate. We always talked politics when I visited, and were in total agreement.
I had been undecided who to vote for in the Massachusetts primary, and when I told him that I voted for Obama, he told me that was the right choice. He often bemoaned the lack of true leaders in recent years, but I was beginning to think that maybe Obama would be that leader he was looking for. I'm sorry he won't be around to see the beginning of an Obama presidency and a new beginning for our country. He deserved to live his last years in hope rather than despair.
He was a good man.
