I met “nan” shortly after my marriage ended.  He would go to the library and sit there reading every newspaper and magazine his old eyes could still focus on. 

I sat with him one day reading, struck up a conversation, and it continued for years.  It took breaks, and vacations, but everytime it picked back up it was as if a paused video were suddenly restarted.  It was seamless in nature. 

He was a widower, with one adult daughter.  No grandchildren.  I think we just were both really lonely.  He had a sharp mind, and good common sense advice about things, that I would hear, but did not listen to as often as I should have.  He would have snarled at me today, no doubt.

Rest in peace Nathan.

I’ll miss you old man.