my father is gone

Death, what a bummer. It awaits us all, like the limiting structure of a haiku that gives that art form its cache. But it's always a punch in the stomach. Mari and the kids and I shared a recording on Tuesday night sharing some memories with my Dad before the end. And my brother was able to be with him at the end, which is great.

My father was a Canadian champion glider pilot and competed internationally, so he'll be remembered at the Nationals which are coincidentally this weekend. I'm on the other side of the world, of course, but it's good to know!