Dad died this early morning

Out there sailing I suppose; or perhaps he is treating everyone at the bar to several rounds. This is a photo from my wedding under one of the oaks in Rivendell in 1968; Dadz commiserating with Bill North, Grampsie's back to us. I knew he'd go soon after I left; I'd thought yesterday. Glad he didn't have to linger any longer. We've got an inch of powdery snow; I am sweeping it off the deck and path. Going to open chickens and hang up a filled bird feeder (the finches are growing more gold!). When I get back to Ocean Springs my brother and I will find a good day to bring Mom's and Dad's ashes out to Horn Island -