Nothing really much to say here, my dad passed away last week on Wednesday.  He was 76, so it wasn't as much of a shock as it may have been otherwise.  He had been struggling with kidney disease, but it was a heart attack that killed him.  It was a real sucker punch to me, I had been ready for this months ago when he had been really sick, then he got better, I felt better about his health, then this hits out of no where.  He would have wanted it to be fast, and it was, so I am thankful for that.  Anyway, I'm doing okay, though I'm obviously grieving, I was very close to him.  We're having a wake this Sunday, so the whole family is getting trashed in honor of his memory, it should be interesting, since I'm the bartender.  That's all that's going on with me, I just didn't want any awkward moments months from now when someones asks how he's doing.