And another weekend draws to a close.

Yesterday was a long day. The memorial service was wonderful - many old friends telling stories, laughing, and sharing memories with those gathered. I'm glad that we went. What stuck me most, and saddened me most, was when his daughter said that the one thing that made her most angry in this time was that he had spent his life working against the very demon that in the end took his life - cancer. It is a terrible irony, a terrible injustice. He was only 69.