He told me runners were the healthiest people in the cemetery. I took this with a grain of sweat as I am a runner. I had known him for a long time, but really got to know him during our visits in the long-term care facility.

My friend had a fantastic memory. He loved history and recounted details I never learned in any class. He was a soldier in World War II and an expert on presidents. He loved movies. I found him fascinating.

His sense of humor was dry and could be sardonic. I loved to sit and visit. I looked forward to our monthly encounters. And then his health deteriorated quickly. At first I noticed he did not have enough energy. Then he wanted me to do more of the talking. I felt selfish as I saw him losing weight and slipping away. We had created a special bond. I went several days a week to check in, say prayers and tell him it was OK to let go.

I was with another resident when I received the call. I knew it as soon as I said hello. The funeral was being planned accordingly. The family was generous to include me and asked me to speak. The service was in the afternoon. I ran a marathon that morning. It was in his honor. I already knew the punchline.