We got a phone call from my step-mother yesterday morning that my father passed away shortly after 6am. Some of you might recall his several-year battle with illness, our trip to see him last spring during Cold Wars (the last time I saw him), and his liver transplant last summer. Unfortunately, he fought constant complications with the transplant and died in the hospital Saturday morning. He was 70. (The photo is from a couple years ago when he was still doing better.) It hasn't been easy the last couple days. (Working on some miniature painting yesterday helped take my mind of things a bit.) We'll be heading up North later this week. We were planning on attending Recon at the end of the month. We still might go. We're just taking it day by day right now.