But you did all that W. and much more: you taught me that dignity does not have to fall victim of aging or illness. You showed me that even with death a close step behind you can still dream and enjoy a glass of Remy Martin and the best dark chocolates you could hunt down. You saved some of those precious breaths to make me laugh with stories of your mother and to teach me Yiddish. Because who better to keep the language alive than your Greek therapist.
You did get your second chance W. and had the courage to use it right. So rest in peace, Shalom.