No man is an island,

Entire of itself

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manor of thy friend's

Or of thine own were:

Any man's death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind,

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

My dad died today, Groupthink. I don't ask for condolences. Some deaths are not bad deaths; may we all die in our own beds in our 90s with loved ones at hand, that's pretty near the ideal way to go, if you factor out the knocking boots with Cumberbatch/Mirren/Whoever at the time factor. I may have more to say in the days to come, but it's been a long, long goodbye, near decades-long, and today was just the final click of the last long-anticipated lock.

Thank you for listening, and for your many, many kindnesses. They were more important to me than I suspect most of you think.

Love,

chritter