And in the end, part two.

It's been a long week. 

Without getting into way too many details, at least for now, I'll just come out with it.

Dad died this morning after a few short days in home hospice.

He went quickly, quietly, and painlessly.

Those of you who have known me for any time know that my Dad was my hero.  He was my partner in crime,  my emotional doppelganger, a fine husband and father, and I never went a day in my life without feeling loved because of him and my mom.

Tell me I'm not my father's daughter.

More soon.  Probably a lot more.  If you thought I talked a lot about Lola last year...

Stories of Dad would fill a blog for the rest of the year.

And might.

ae