This is my father, Arthur Aaron,
at age four, dressed as Little Lord
Fauntleroy. He was very talented,
brave and had a good soul.
He quit smoking when he was 53,
breaking free from a two pack a
day habit and would have been 97
today, but he died of lung cancer
when he was only 56.
He would say, "I've not had
a cigarette in two years. one
month and six days...
but who's counting...?"
Hey Pop, Happy Birthday.
Forty years later, you're still
really missed...
Forty years later, you're still
really missed...
In case you hadn't heard,
I finally quit.
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