After 67 years of marriage, my sweet Mom and my steady Dad both left the party this weekend. Mom slipped away peacefully on Friday afternoon. Dad went out kicking and cussing, the Parkinson's had him in a tight grip. After he settled down, and had spoken his last words but was still breathing, I played my nylon string for him for an hour or so. The last song he heard was Stairway to Heaven. He checked out early Sunday morning. I worried about whether it's appropriate to post this here, but you guys are my only "social network", and I could use some soothing words and RIPs, thanks.