I thought of an old friend just now. No particular reason except that I was passing a spot where he and I had once camped out and he came to mind. As with so many of my old friends these days he's "gone to his reward" or "passed on" or whatever euphemistic term you'd care to use. The thing I remember about this friend passing is that he "did not go easily into that good night." I don't know if the proper term is dementia or Alzheimer's but, whatever it's called, he had it. He had reached a point where he couldn't even speak coherently. There didn't seem to be anything among our modern medicines to cure or correct his problem. It was a sad thing to see and a blessing for all concerned, including the fella himself, when he finally died.