I'd laugh, while my heart churned bitterly. It's not funny. This is a man's lifeline. He was born in 1908. He is my hero.
Mireille, you are now my hero, too. Indeed, "nothing in the bloody place is functioning as it should anymore," but you are so right! Let us sing Huzzah! for the "sharp, virile 30-year-old fellow trapped in the body of a centenarian."
Thanks so much for the sweet, heart-felt essay.