“When old people speak it is not because of the sweetness of words in our mouths; it is because we see something which you do not see.”  Chinua Achebe

He was an older gent named Nick. He tended his bees, hens and garden. I was envious of his energy, his positivity. He lived alone, but had family that busily went about building their lives. He had a gentle smile, an easy going view on life and day to day existence. I enjoyed my times with him or waving at him as I drove by. All past tense now…