I debated a long posts, honoring him, I debated nothing at all except a few PMs, but since I write about him often, and he's a towering figure in my life, I thought I would share.
I lost my Dad to cancer Wednesday afternoon. He was 83, and is survived by his wife of 58 years, and his two sons, Stadler and Waldorf (not really). I'm in Florida; my brother and I had to break the news to my mom, who has Alzheimer's and was in the hospital for her heart. All she could say was "I lost my buddy."
I thought telling him - a couple three, four weeks ago - that his cancer had returned was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It was not. My consolation is that my hero, my idol, my mentor is at peace and is no longer suffering. I know for a fact he wouldn't have wanted to live that way.