My father passed away peacefully last evening. He was a 95-year-old WWII and Korea Navy vet, and a very, very kind man. He valued education very highly, and was very well-read. He was very loving and giving, and helped so may people, not only through his job as a pharmacist, but in his giving and work with many charities. He had developed an odd neurological condition that destroyed first his ability to speak, and then his ability to swallow. He was mostly unresponsive for the past several weeks, and I am glad that he was finally able to go, but I will miss him. My mother's dementia has progresses very quickly, and she is still not sure where he is, and is convinced that no one has told her he is gone. So now the real fun begins! I am so fortunate that my brother and I are a real team and are in total agreement on all of our decisions. We planned the memorial service today, and are ready for the service Tuesday. I think the man at the funeral home was surprised that we walked in with his Navy uniform, his completed obit, and that we knew exactly what services we wanted. If nothing else, we are ORGANIZED.