This has been a tough week. In addition to Julie's surgical adventures, we lost Danny's lovely father, Emil Caccavo. It's hard to sum Emil up in a sentence or two: he was funny, passionate about social justice, a teacher, an entrepreneur (he always had a terrific idea for a new scheme). He was a father and a husband, loved by his family, and damned near everyone who knew him. The kind of guy who'd flirt with the waitress just enough to embarrass his kids.
He was 99 1/2, and the end was a long, gentle decline rather than an abrupt or traumatic stop. He'll be deeply missed--but he left the world a better place whan he found it, and not everyone can say that.