We lost Daddy early this morning. Daddy developed a deadly infection called C-Diff. It is an infection of the intentestinal track that you get from antibiotics. With his pnomonias and the bladder infection that he battled and won, he was just too tired to fight this infection. And it wasn't caught in the early stages. They gave him the drugs which would help the infection but after 24 hours of worsening, he told my sister the pain was too much, he was too tired to please let him go. He was admitted to ICU yesterday morning just after midnight and by this morning he was in very bad shape and in very intense pain. Paula and Joe called me, then made the decision to stop treatment, and a morphine ease was started. He didn't wake again, they held his hand and spoke to him throughout the day and night. We are comforted to know once the morphine was started his suffering ended. As he passed Paula reminded him that I was there with him in my heart. My siblings have all been by his bedside since he was admitted. They are doing OK, Paula was the one who has taken such great care of him, so for her while she knows they made the right decision, she is really in deep pain. I've been on the phone with her several times to give her my love and support. They are exhausted and have turned to me to help lead them in the funeral arrangements. I've asked them to gather in one place tomorrow, so that I can talk to them all together, and then I will go into the office for a short while and get the details in place for them. Daddy was a very unconventional man, a man with a great sense of humor and a man with strengths he didn't even realize he had. I am heartbroken that he is gone from this life,, but I know someday we will once again be together and try to outdo one another with our jokes. Rest In Peace Daddy.