Dad died

    There will be a lengthy exposition of the events of last night and today soon, when I've slept more than 15 minutes and eaten more than 100 calories. Suffice it to say that my father died this afternoon surrounded with love. Margaret had decided that she didn't want to be there and Malcolm was returning from taking her home when Dad's heart stopped. It had just been too much of a fight. He's still the champ, though.