Well it's Father's Day...

And we had to tell a big family that their 90 year old rather healthy and lucid father only had a few months left to live because of untreatable cancer. That was sad. Especially because he was such a total doll. When we told him his prognosis he just smiled, shrugged, and said "Eh, Whaddya gonna do? I've had a good life." That's how I want to go down. It was sad, but oddly not terrible. Kind of just like farewell.