Dreadful to see this man, this lovely man with whom you have spent most of your life (well let me think: I was 19 when I started dating Geoff and am now 66 ... so yes: 45 years of my life IS most of it, I'd say!) becoming slower and weaker. There he was, how does Charles Aznavour put it: "... so young and gay,/A prince of love in every way!" .. that handsome boy with fierce eyebrows and a soft heart and here is now now, walking along slowly, bent, driving onto the pavement by mistake, me wondering, should I suggest I drive? It's heartbreakingly slow, so not a sudden stabbing hurt, just a snail-like sad dull ache, as you realise: "This isn't really going to improve, is it?"
Is it even possible for him to get strong, to get fit? No, stop it. Stop thinking of sparky 71-yr-olds who manage to run marathons and climb mountains. They have their good health. Geoff's is gone and that is it.
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