Gentry the Gentleman. Everybody needs a name. A style. Something all your own. But being a gentleman wasn’t enough. They thought I might have pneumonia but, turns out, it was something even worse. SRT fought the good fight with me. I tried to hang in there. But was too much. I’m in a better place now. Free from pain and knowing that, at the end, I was loved. I knew that it was All About Me.