old man walking

I would see him walking, early in the morning, usually when I was driving to work. Over the years he started slowing down, his walk slowing to a shuffle. One say, the cane appeared, and I remember silently cheering him on..."hang in there old man!" Eventually, the one cane became two, and he slowed down even more. His face was getting what I thought was an angry look. I learned later, a few years after he stopped walking, that his name was Phil, and the look on his face wasn't anger. He just didn't want to stop walking. He was my Hero, and I still miss him...