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    A man is moving down a path, he is old, he has lived a life. Not an especially happy life nor an unhappy one, although we can only make assumptions based on what makes us happy, he may certainly think his life is very happy, he may think his life is sad, only he can decide. He is 92, formerly married with three children, two boys and a girl, he suffers from arthritis although it is only mild, rather remarkable for a man of his age. He likes to read, he liked to play the piano, he likes to smoke, he liked to drive. He has grey hair, a long coat, a hearing aid and a good taste in shoes if I do say so, brogues.

    He goes down the street looking across at the cemetery, it's always strange seeing old people in or near cemeteries who aren’t dead, like learning teachers don’t live at school, or things don’t vanish from existence when you can no longer see them. It’s almost funny, I mean it isn’t as though you want them to die but it is weird. He continues down the high street, he wonders why he doesn't just catch the bus, he’ll soon have killer calves he chuckles to himself.The lady who owns the local sweet shop waves to him and he waves back, he likes sweets.He goes into the florist and collects the lilies he reserved, ‘They are pretty aren't they?’ he says smiling to the shopkeeper. ‘A perfect flower for a perfect person,’ replies the smiling vendor.

    He continues the story walking towards the hospital he walks through the entrance and reads the sign: ground floor check in and general practitioners, 1st floor maternity ward and OAP ward (he’ll never go there he thinks to himself), 2nd floor chemotherapy and MRI, 3rd floor… He walks up the stairs and down the corridor, mirroring a graph, he turns into the third room. ‘Hello, dear!’
    ‘How are you?’
    ‘Good good, where is he?’
    ‘In my arms obviously!’
    ‘Obviously, congratulations!’
    ‘Thank you, do you want to hold him?’
    ‘God no! I might drop him!’ The door opens. ‘Dan!’
    ‘I brought flowers for Sylvie.’
    ‘Thanks, Dad they are beautiful.’
    ‘Just like the baby then.’ The baby starts to cry, ‘what too macho for a compliment?’ The man, his daughter and her husband laugh.
    ‘Well, my job here is done, I’ll see you when you come out.’
    ‘See you.’ As the man left the hospital he knew he had lived a happy life.
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