Ken's father died yesterday, February 27.
ODA was a truly great and kind man. He and Ken's mother raised 3 children with tolerance, respect and abounding faith in their ability to do well at anything they tried.
Writing this has been more difficult than I could have dreamed. He is the first of Ken and my parents to die. Even though Ken's father was ill with Parkinson's a long time, and death was a close companion, it is astonishing to experience this level of grief. I simply cannot believe that we will not be talking to him again. That our sons will never know him. And that is the saddest thing.
And when we told the boys tonight, Parker said "Oh, Daddy! That is terrible! Now you don't have a daddy anymore." And he tenderly patted Ken.
Please hug your parents next time you see them. And tell them you love them.