I haven't really known how to blog about this, so I'm kind of late in putting this out there: My dad passed away in Panama on March 31st. He was 85 and he'd been diagnosed with Parkinson's many years ago. The past couple of years were pretty hard on him, so when he got pneumonia it was just too much to handle. I managed to get to Panama in time to be with him at the very end, and I can say that he died with a smile on his face. A really big one.
My dad spent most of his life smiling. Merely being in his presence caused other people to smile too.