I was all set to tackle my weekly blog post yesterday, when I was notified that my father Pierre had passed away unexpectedly at age 87 in Cannes, France. He was in excellent health, and I had assumed he’d live to be 100 just like his father had. Instead, he caught a virulent form of pneumonia and died within two days of being admitted to the hospital. So today, I get to talk about my dad.
R.I.P., Dad
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