Montreal/Boston - June 21-July 7

And then my dad died. A sudden heart attack at 88.  I swear he wss gonna live to 120, with his genes, but that's not how it worked out.  Took a bus to Hamburg, Bertha on the back, left her outside the airport hotel and got on a flight home. Everyone came to the funeral - every kid and spouse, every grandkid, a minyan of friends from boston. So meaningful.  Natalie an absolute rock for me, i feel so blessed. Hard days, hard visits to his home, office and country house.  Got scammed by Roger again when making flights, horrible Palestinian encampment outside his office, a roof leak at home.  AND lots of memories with my brothers, high school friends, kids, relatives. Ascertained that my dad's million dollar stamp collection was definitely not worth that. Jews have shiva figured out - too many friends and too much food help in the initial days of grief.