Two weeks ago tomorrow Ralph lost his dad. He had reached the precious age of 90 and we feel was so blessed that he went in his sleep. No pain, no suffering, how thankful we are. Marty was such a dear man and I cherish the time I got to spend with him. Especially the two years we spent in his hometown after moving from away from our friends and family in northern California. What a lucky 2 years I had with him. He taught me how to cook quite a bit 20 years ago, we had coffee once a week together, he raised two small boys by himself (not so popular in the 1960's) and was the best dad ever according to Ralph's friends testimonies at his funeral. We LOVED him dearly but are so glad that he is with our Heavenly Father. He was also a Chicago Cubs fan, having spent the greater part of his childhood in Chicago. So this year, along with the Oakland A's I will cheer on the Cubbies. Cheers.