For most of his life he was pretty active, and it was only the last year or two of his life he started to slow down. And then suddenly it just went downhill so fast, we knew he was going to die. It was horrible. We didn't want him to go, but he was wasting away before our eyes. I don't want to think about him in that last little bit.
I try and always think of him in his prime. And in my dreams he's always healthy
