Thank you. My dad's condition suddenly worsened last week. On Monday he was walking and talking and eating, and on Tuesday he wasn't. I asked him to hold on until Saturday when my sons could get there, and he did. He passed on Saturday afternoon, Dec. 28. It was time, I suppose, and we certainly didn't want him to continue in the painful and mind-numbed from drugs condition he was in, but it is still hard, still does not seem real yet. It was so fast... My sisters and I have spent time and nights with our Mom, to make sure she was not alone, from when Dad got so bad through now. The memorial service is tomorrow, and if I can I will say a little piece I wrote tonight, if I am not crying too much. The truly weird thing is that the FMS seems to have gone into remission, at least while I needed to be healthy and strong. It returned a little yesterday, and I keep waiting for it to land on my head again. I did double the Prozac from 20mg to 40mg, so maybe that is part of it, but I truly don't know. After all this is over, my new nurse practitioner (yep, I finally changed doctors!) wants me to start on Effexor, to try to control night sweats. Not a good idea to change meds in the middle of a crisis, though. So, one more crisis in my life. I miss my Dad, truly I do. Peace, Beth.