For the second time in less than a week, I must say goodbye to a friend.
Bob Dornhecker passed away suddenly Friday night. Bob was a husband, a parent, a respected member of the community, and a genuinely good man. And oh yes, one other thing: a Type 1 diabetic who lived a full, rich life and had a 75 year Joslin medal to prove it.
I met Bob through my wife, who volunteers several days a week at the local retirement village. (I wrote a blog about at the time. You can read it here.)
After we became acquainted, I visited him as often as I could and we had many engaging conversations -- not just about diabetes, but anything and everything. He was easily one of the most interesting and thoroughly grounded people I have met, with an insatiable curiosity.
Bob was a gentleman and a gentle soul. Some people turn inward as they grow older; Bob did the opposite. Almost his first words to me were, “tell me about yourself.”
Bob was diagnosed during the “dark ages” when insulin was new. He set an example not only by the length but also the quality of his life.
Rest in peace, my friend. I was lucky to know you.