Stu never wanted to get old.
He had a young heart, a young soul.
He was like a big kid in a lot of ways.
He was also older, in a lot of ways.
He'd had a hard life.
He'd lost people.
He was sick.
He was tired.
I'm glad he didn't have to spend another sixty years sick, tired, and sad.
But I miss him.
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