Turns out there are many photos depicting my father and a cigar. This is a snapshot I took when I joined him, my mother, and my sister Jane for a trip to Yosemite a few years ago.
It may be a toss up between beer and cigars, but I believe he gave up cigars last, only a few days before he died. However, he never gave up people - even though he couldn't really talk and had taken out his hearing aids, he seemed to enjoy the visiting, chatting, coming and going, that carried on until the very end.
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