In 2002, I was under a siege. In August of that year, I had open heart surgery. I was 85 years old. After the operation, my children were escorted into the critical care unit to see me. They told me they had passed by a man who looked like me, but they kept walking. They decided that the man who was wrapped up tight as if he was a mummy, with no color in his face, and who appeared to be frozen could not be their Dad. At that point, the nurse told them they had gone too far, that the man they had just passed was their father....
My children found out from the nurse who was attending me, that I was indeed very cold - and that I was now being thawed out. Apparently, it is important to have a low body temperature during open heart surgery.
This is a picture of me one month later - with my brother Jesse and Kit at the surprise 60th birthday party for my son Jack and my daughter-in-law Ellen. I enjoyed surprising Jack. He was very delighted at the party and my presence.
Here I am with my film producer grandson Kevin.
This is a picture of me one month later - with my brother Jesse and Kit at the surprise 60th birthday party for my son Jack and my daughter-in-law Ellen. I enjoyed surprising Jack. He was very delighted at the party and my presence.
