My dad, Bernie Marder, died over the weekend. He was 93 years old and he had the most incredible life. Over his long life, he was an inventor with several patents, a pharmacist, and a manufacturer. He didn't retire until he was well into his 80s. And above all he was a great father. He had been in failing health for a long time and been in a hospice program, at home, since last spring.
I was fortunate enough to spend the entire week with him last week, before going off to SPX. Even though he was acutely aware of the fact that he was nearing the end of the line, he was clear headed and we had a terrific time together. A lot of laughing. Although I don't think he ever really totally understood Beanworld, he was one of its biggest boosters.
I'm in Chicago this week with my Mom and family. Although we miss our Dad, there is no cause for mourning--we are celebrating his long life.