End of an era

My Dad was 92 years and 10 months old when he passed peacefully away this morning. Quite an innings, the end of an era. He was a very proud and principled man who was fiercely independent right to the end. He was very well liked by many and his loss will be felt by them. Tom, Ali and I will miss him very much. He had become very frail and with his chronic heart failure condition, we knew it was only a matter of time before he ran out of puff. That happened this morning, in his own home. As he rests in eternal slumber, he will continue to have an influence on me as I reflect upon cherished memories. Rest in peace Dad.