A Matter of Death and Life

    I remember the last days of Winston Churchill.  He'd taken sick and the newspapers, radio and television were keeping a daily death watch.  I remember thinking he was old, fated to die, probably ready for the end at ninety plus years, and why not just let it happen.  It was 1965 and I was in my twenties. 
   George H.W. Bush is now pretty much in the same position as Churchill, good days and bad, rallying and declining, in any event near life's end at 88 years of age.  Now I root for him to fight for every day---"Do not go gentle."    Hang on, Poppy.  You can do it.  Maybe you won't be jumping out of any more airplanes, or dining on steak and lobster, but milkshakes are worth living for, and you have someone to kiss you goodnight.  It's strange how one's  outlook can change over the course of a mere 47 year span.