Damn.

I just found out that a great and frequent customer of mine just died. I am extremely sad. Richard Miller had Parkinson's. Yet, he was always coming in, drinking wine, eating sashimi tuna and fish or pork. By the time I met Mr. Miller, he'd already had Parkinsons, which had taken it's toll on him. He was 68 but looked 15 years older than that. He could barely talk. And wore a neck brace toward the end. The worst part of the night would be running his credit card with his picture on it, taken before the disease ravaged him. A handsome man with blond hair.
Damn.