My daughter met him when he was still only 99- her boyfriend’s great-grandfather. He told his grandson, “She’s pretty. You should keep her.”
I met him briefly after he had turned 100. He was sitting in his chair with the newspaper. He joked about checking the obituaries to make sure he wasn’t in one. And he talked about being on the way to 101.
He made it to 101 last month.
Sunday morning he passed away quietly, in his sleep.
I knew such a tiny slice of his life. But I won’t forget him.
Do you know someone who is 100?