Today we learned that one of our former members, I’ll refer to him as Mr. Tiger Cap, passed away just recently. He wasn’t part of our program for very long (no more than a year) but I still have very fond memories of him.
Every day he came to our adult day care, Mr. Tiger Cap asked for a cup of coffee, and no matter how it tasted he seemed so genuine when he said, “That’s good! That’s good!” He had a bit of a limp on the one side and used an old wooden cane. He dressed in old flannel shirts and would always smile at you and let you know that his wife was coming for him that day. I imagine he was very proud of his wife.
Much of his past is left to my imagination; by the time we met he had a lisp that groveled and didn’t hold up much in a conversation. Maybe he had that lisp his whole life. I imagine him as a country boy who grew up working hard, I do know he moved to the city and worked at an automobile plant until he retired, putting 30-40 years into the company. I wonder what that must have been like, to be able to count on a pension if you worked at one place your whole career.
