Horrible times for the family at the moment. After having his third gallbladder attack in several years, Woody, Ben's maternal grandfather with whom we've been living for the past 18 months, checked in to have it removed three weeks ago tomorrow. He was feeling fine, and in fact was working in his garden, as usual, the day before. When they went in, the doctors found lots of bad cancer, the kind that translates to survival rates of double digit days, no more. To make matters far worse, from the moment he came out of the anesthetic, it was torturous agony for a week until they finally clobbered him with pain killers once the focus shifted from recovery to comfort. He drifted away a week ago today, 13 days post-surgery. Ben lost one of his biggest fans and loving supporters. We will all miss you terribly, Woody. Here is more about him, including my eulogy for his service, and Rick Kogan's feature obituary for the Chicago Tribune.