My father's health had been declining for the last month, last night was the end. My brother was on his way out to Las Vegas, and I got a text from him at the air port saying they were "a little too late". From what I've heard he hadn't been conscious for a couple of days. At least my brother or I were there when he was.
Though it sounds bad, I'm not upset. This was a person I really didn't know that well. That part in and of itself is kind of sad, but that was mostly his decision, not mine.
That test turned into a take home test, issued on Saturday. I have more than half of it done. Should have it polished off tonight.
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