Thank you all. Mick is more right than he knows. Dad used to sing to me instead of telling bedtime stories, and he and I participated in community choruses together fo years. On the night before he ended up unable to walk, and really started failing, we were all up at the family cabin singing, and he was learning rounds along with the best of them, and singing along on the chorus to Henry my Son. I'll miss that great baritone voice as much as anything.

The hugs are much appreciated too.

Now, what's this about a white dress?