I called him an Angel of Mercy, which he was.

He was also a dedicated and tireless advocate for all of us, including
the ladies (you should see the transcript of his speech about the ladies).

For a bit of this man's amazing and inspiring biography, see

http://prostate-cancer.org/aboutus/tribute_to_harry_pinchot.html

We will never see his like again.

Steve J

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
      by: Dylan Thomas

      Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
      Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
      Because their words had forked no lightning they
      Do not go gentle into that good night.

      Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
      Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
      And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
      Do not go gentle into that good night.

      Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
      Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      And you, my father, there on the sad height,
      Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
      Do not go gentle into that good night.
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.