He lay in a hospital bed, suffering from a disease that would eventually be his undoing. We chatted a bit, then he asked me what my favorite kind of pie was. I replied, “lemon pie.” Later his mother-in-law, a legendary cook, presented me with a lemon pie. I always felt that story was a perfect metaphor for the kind of a guy he was – kind and thoughtful even when his own pain and suffering was enormous.
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