A peaceful passing - by Joan

After a rough night, I was sitting by Rick's side this morning watching the beautiful sunlight on snow, and his last words were, "OK, let's get this over with." Then he looked upward, appeared lost in thought, shivered a bit, exhaled, and that was that. No pain, no anxiety. It was so beautiful that I couldn't cry. (I had done enough of that earlier, anyway.)

He is still at home, washed and wrapped in a shroud and lying in a beautiful, cool room. All of his children are here today and anyone who would like to drop by this week is welcome.

Thank you again for all your prayers and your love. He was, indeed, a special guy.
I'm not sure yet what the final arrangements will be. I'll post here when I know.