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He smiled. I waved. He died. I lived. I lived to be the old man in the rocking chair, and I’m grinning a big, semi-toothless grin. I look forward to seeing the old man again. I’m sure neither of us will ever be old again.
In the meantime, I Thank God I can still rock my own chair and even push it around. The adventure continues.
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He smiled. I waved. He died. I lived. I lived to be the old man in the rocking chair, and I’m grinning a big, semi-toothless grin. I look forward to seeing the old man again. I’m sure neither of us will ever be old again.
In the meantime, I Thank God I can still rock my own chair and even push it around. The adventure continues.