Thank you all for posting. Not to relive the trauma and retell a sad tale, however... I took Barry (my dad) into the hospital on Wednesday. Before he left he took a shower, ate a popsicle, prepared a glass of ginger ale, and lastly, he posted that he wasn't feeling well and would not be able to make whichever music event he was planning to attend. He described "flue-like symptoms" but I didn't have the heart to correct him this time. He would have me read his posts as a spell-check/grammar-check.
When Justine saw him in the hospital, he asked her to have me update his facebook page and keep you guys posted that he would be out soon and singing as soon as possible. He had print outs of songs he was learning in his pocket to take with him.

He went peacefully with no physical suffering.

This is the first I have been on this site and was glad to see so many posts about my father. I've met some of you at NEFFA, Old Songs, The Press Room, and many more festivals/sessions/parties I was "dragged" to as a kid and later, unexpectedly, came to enjoy.
The posted lyrics are very appreciated. I cried (for the millionth time of course) at "Shiver Me Timbers". It is one of my personal favorite songs partly because it's beautiful and partly because it has always reminded me of my dad. "You Wouldn't Know It To Look At Me" is another that brings tears to my eyes... and I never cry! (Unlike Barry who apparently cried at his own wedding... I always thought the crying was a recent development due to medication. Don't let that fool you)
The whole community of music always meant so much to him and we as a family recognize your names because he was always talking about another great musician he had met or finally had a chance to meet. The wake and the funeral both ended with a song, of course. It was the first time in my life that someone stood up to sing and it wasn't my father. I listened for his voice in the crowd outside the church and it was the first time I realized that he wouldn't be back... we all know he wouldn't willingly pass up an opportunity to stand up and sing.

At the funeral a friend of mine had mentioned that he just always seemed so happy. Obviously it's different living with someone, except Barry. He was the same all the time. Happy and full of energy. The only time he didn't sing was at the dinner table, and that was only because it was a mostly well respected rule in the Finn household.
Finally reading these and the facebook posts brings a smile to my face (between the tears of course)and I am grateful to have so many people offer such kind words. It makes everyday a little less difficult.

Thank you again for your kinds words, thoughts, and prayers.