Dad died last night. I'm relieved that he is no longer suffering & grateful for the time I had with him at the end.

My Dad was beloved by pretty much everyone who'd ever met him. Seriously. He was kind-hearted, a master of puns, and community-minded. And a loving Dad to my brother and I. He always called me Er-Bear.

Now I'll have to navigate all the small-town grieving rituals amongst dozens/hundreds of unmasked people who will all want to hug me.