Just a little before 2:30pm on January 11th 2007 my father lost his fight with cancer.

It wasn't a fair fight and he didn't stand much of a chance. After all, cancer decided to pick on the liver of a 72 year old man. Cancer attacked with a fast growing tumor and my father countered with jokes, rants about the decline of CNN and a diet of caraway soup. The jokes had me laughing, the rants had me nodding in agreement, and the caraway soup had me scratching my head. But, cancer was unfazed and the tumor took its toll.

In lieu of flowers or condolences, I request that you all celebrate life.

andre