Dare to Be 100: Humble Pie -- Time Always Wins

October 2, 2014 8:33 PM

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In September 1970, Dad died. I, an only child, crashed. He was my alpha and omega. After a wild week of dying, when he left I was devastated. I lost it. I couldn't think or sleep, eat or function . Yes, Dad was my parent, but he was also my medical colleague. We shared patients. We wrote papers together. We lectured together. I recall vividly the talk that we gave to the plebes at West Point in 1958 about the principles of a long healthy life. It was a huge kick. We golfed together, we read together. We were great friends. Together with Mother the three of us went to the Saturday night concerts of the Philadelphia Orchestra with Ormandy for all of my childhood.

Dad was also my hero. He fought with the Marines as a regimental surgeon on Iwo Jima. He became the youngest president of the AMA in 1947. He was a co-founder of the AARP with Ethel Percy Andrus, who provided the fiscal platform. Father provided a biologic framework. Dad was a precocious geriatricia...

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