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I recently received the news that a colleague, a senior psychiatry professor I worked with in New York a number of years ago, passed away after a short illness from a very aggressive cancer. Hearing from another colleague just how old our mutual friend was, I was shocked to discover that he was 78 years old. How was it possible that since I hadn’t aged, he had? I couldn’t imagine him being “that old,” in part because he was always so young at heart.While my body reminds me that I, too, must be getting older, in my head I haven’t aged more than a year in the 33 years ago since the three of us would occasionally put out the “Do Not Disturb – In Session” sign on the door in the Mount Sinai Hospital clinic and sit together for a very serious session – of Trivial Pursuit!