R.I.P., Dad

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.

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