Doug battled COPD and pulmonary fibrosis valiantly for many years, lived for much longer than his expected prognosis but finally succumbed to complications from a recent stroke.
I don't know where to start when talking about my longtime friend.
A brilliant ophthalmologist, he was sweet and caring and an ace diagnostician.
A fit and handsome man, blessed with a great head of hair.
Loved his wife, kids and grandchildren tremendously.
He had the greatest voice I have ever heard, would have been perfect in radio or the stage.
Civic minded, a long time Rotarian.
He was a navy officer, a patriot, a photographer, a man of deep faith, a renaissance man who, along with his wonderful wife Rose Lynn, was a serious collector and lover of art nouveau and chromolithography as well as many other areas of interest in antiques and fine art.
I love Doug, cherish the time I was able to spend with him during the last year. He, like our mutual friend, the late Tony Duchi, will be impossible to replace in my life. First time he ever opened up to me was coming back from Tony's funeral.
I realized during that car ride that my sweet doctor could cuss a blue streak like the long time Navy man he was if you got him in the right situation. Maybe it was the stress of the funeral? Shocked the heck out of me but honestly I couldn't stop laughing. A gentleman, I still loved telling him slightly off color jokes when we were alone, he had a great sense of humor and was not averse to sharing an occasional nip with me.
We had differing politics but he was also always gentlemanly about our ideological differences and never less than wonderful to me.