I won’t write my usual column today. My father passed on Sunday morning. He was 91 years old and was brought home for hospice care last week.
Dad had a stroke in late February, and his dementia had progressed to the point where his body wasn’t capable of repairing the damage.
Lots of people have reached out via Facebook to offer their condolences, and I appreciate each and everyone of them.
(Comments for this column will be disabled, I’m taking a day or two off to help my family and process his death.)
I will eventually write an appreciation for my dad. Today I just need to focus on other things. And I’ll be back in the saddle soon.