Boy you got it figured out, Roy. And no, I sure as heck don't feel sorry for him. He told me the other day that one way or the other he will witness a miracle soon. He either walks out of the place or he sees his Master face to face, and he's ready for both.
No. I feel sorry for myself. For all the times I talked on the phone instead of going out to coffee with him. For not taking a day off (or quitting the job altogether) to go hunt turkeys with him. For not just spending the whole afternoon shooting the breeze with him when we met on the street. Yeah, I am ate up with feeling sorry for myself. It's like I have learned nothing from him.