Peace be with you all, and may the end come with peace and dignified relief for all. We all get our turn. May Angel pass with a smile. Remembering the good times helps. When the end was certain, I was able to take my father to the fields where he played baseball as a young man, the factory (P&G Ivorydale now St. Bernard Soap Company) where he worked 40+ years, the schools and churches that he attended, parks (Winton Woods, Sharon Woods) that he walked, nightclubs and restaurants that were still around, and places where his friends hung out (where Crosley field was and he met Babe Ruth). They also used to drink in Spring Grove Cemetery and many of the mausoleums and ornate tombstones from his day remain and he laughed at things that happened with his friends that all pre-deceased him. He shared some old and new to me memories at each place. His memory for the 1930's, 40's and 50's was still intact. He was dying, we both knew it, yet we laughed a lot. I got the phone call that I knew was coming a few weeks later. Our conversations were over, but we had said all there was to say.