The measured, disciplined life of a good man, a righteous man. He escaped for decades to the shop. He puttered, he built keepsakes for grandchildren, he planned projects and he hoarded lumber…when lumber was made right. Now, he grows tired, distracted in memory and light headed. His sanctuary sets just out of reach; his safety a growing concern. A hobby, a way of life, slipped just out of reach within a matter of months. Difficult to watch. He doesn’t let go of his plans, his projects in his mind. He shouldn’t…….