My step-father, who was more like Dad 1A than a step-father, passed away last night at the age of 60. It was the worst phone call I've ever had in my life when my sister gave me the news. I had no words. I will, soon, have quite a bit to say about cancer; for now, though, I just want to cry and grieve and come to terms with all of this.
Jim, I love you and I miss you. May you rest in peace.
