Having met Rechter Duursma as a grey-haired man (or at least thinking so), my first reaction to this remark was one of positive elation in a sense like: "Oh! Then your father must actually have become very old!" But of course... I kept my politeness ("this time" I must wrinkledly add).
I kept counting in my mind though.... 82 at least.... And yes of course: people dy now and then (or, hereby most correctly adapting to the materialist view: "... now and then people dy").
It methodically provides me with confidence actually. For growing-old is to a considerable extent a matter of heredity - and I very much like the possibility of him, Rechter Duursma, being still alive.... and then perhaps me also still being able to in time finding a possibility of having him read what I write here...