My dad passed yesterday evening after a year long fight against GBM. I was there for a month last year, but didn't feel safe traveling this year because of the prevalence of the delta variant where he was and since I am not completely vaccinated. That month was good. He was still enough there to chat and tell stories and I was able to help him and Mom while they both recovered from surgeries and Dad went through radiation. Radiation and the GBM made him a little more open than usual. We talked about the Cleveland gangster scene in the 50s and 60s, about people he watched crime and kill and die, and about music.
For the world in which he socialized as a young man, Dad was a bookish fellow. Dad was an ME and EE who had spent his time in motors and drives, automation and controls, and, finally, large scale clean room engineering. Every Friday, he told me, he played this song loudly in the office for his staff and colleagues. Please play this song today and celebrate the day every day.