Chalk one up for chocolate

This morning I attended the funeral of my great uncle, Omer Frey, who lived through World War II, and this century, to the ripe old age of 93. He never married, and lived by himself, with no outside assistance, in Monfort Heights, for his entire life.

The last time he was in the hospital, before last Tuesday, when he walked himself into Veterans Medical Center with abdominal pain, was when he was wounded with shrapnel during the war.

In the eulogy, nephew Jim Wilz noted Omer's love of a small square of dark chocolate after every meal. Jim even found some chocolate still in Omer's fridge the day he checked into the hospital.

One more reason to keep that sweet tooth satisfied!