My dad died February 17th shortly after 11 am.  I was there w/ him.  It was the final breaths of a 4 year battle with the diagnosis of Alzheimers.  The end was a peaceful mix of relief and sadness. 

My father led a good life.  He was a wonderful dad.  He was an extraordinary man who never met a stranger--the number of people in attendance at the funeral was proof positive of this.

And...he was Irish.  Full-blooded.  And proud of it!

I wish I could write a blog that would do this incredible man justice, but I can't.  I won't even try.