I'm going to fail at Good News Sunday yet again. Phone rang at 7:13 this morning and it was my sister. You may recall that we moved Dad to a skilled nursing facility from his memory care facility on June 4th. This morning, he died in his sleep. My sister and I had just had a Zoom call with his memory care facility to review the contents of his apartment on Friday and the wonderful social worker from there had taken him some things, including a couple of sweaters and a coat for when it gets colder. For some reason, the fact that he will not need his coat seems impossibly sad to me.