Not long after my Dad retired, his glaucoma got worse and he got Parkinsons. I still remember him in the early to late 90s listening to Rush on his small desktop radio while sitting at his desk, a bit hunched over because Parkinsons was robbing him of his muscles. I don’t think he missed a show. It was something he really looked forward to every day in retirement once he could no longer travel or golf.
Rush was a few months younger than me, so I figured we’d probably pass around the same time. I never figured him to be gone so young. Those “nicotine stained fingers” did him in.
I remember my late father in law -religiously listening to Rush every day. Crippled from a car accident in his 20’s, he became a renowned petroleum engineer. One of the kindest men I ever knew.