My friend Joseph Maher had but one eye, yet, he drove his Citroen in London. Living in The Luberon of Provence, I often experimented with an eye patch, just to experience what it was like.
When Joe died, my eulogy was Bocelli's vision of Con Te Partiro which was chosen purposely and I sang it in Italian, solo, but, as an added gesture of respect to both of them, it was sung in optical oblivion.