This morning at 2:24 a.m., our daughter called to inform us that her fiancé’s father died from his yearlong battle with pancreatic cancer. It’s a blessing that his suffering is over but sad that a young man has lost his dad, his “Pops.”
Before leaving Cleveland, we help #4 child make subs for his Browns/Cardinals tailgate and take Bernie on one last walk around the park. On our way out, we stop to admire some impressive Halloween decorations on The Plague House.
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