It is a pleasure to have you here with us, Baz.
Most of the people I see when I visit my Dad are in their 90s. Some are over 100. So you see, you are a Spring Chicken compared to them.
I have such an affinity for the older generation after being so involved with my dad and all the folks at Sunnybrook. Sunnybrook is a veterans care home, (affiliated with the hospital) and the best in the country. It's in Toronto, and I live an hour from there. I am so glad my dad is there. He is 94.
Last week a gentleman in a wheelchair started singing to me. He used to sing for the Boston Pops, was 94, (same as Dad but clear as a bell alert) and boy, was he good. He could still belt it out. He was also great at the piano. We all clapped. He was happy and even had balloons attached to his chair. He touched my heart, and I hugged him.
I would love to hear some of your stories, Baz. Your poetry is beautiful. Have you always been writing? I write too, and I love to paint and draw.
And I think we are all living on borrowed time, sir. I never used to think that way, but I do now. Life is a gift and each day is precious. I know it sounds corny, but that's how I see it. Or try to see it.
Last week a lady my daughter knows went in for an angiogram. They could not get into the right artery but did through the left. But then she was in extreme pain, they punctured something, and she was bleeding internally. She lost 5 pints of blood and had emergency surgery but made it through. She is in intensive care but will be (God willing) okay. She's in her early 70s.