A sad day
I would just like to note the passing of my beloved uncle Ian, who died this evening after battling cancer for a little more than a year. And though he had cancer and doctors had essentially given up on him, he continued to hold his head up high and remained engaged in life until the very end. I will always remember him at my wedding in late Oct., and though he knew he was dying, he still was, unfailingly, himself. Always a dancer, he and my lovely aunt Michelle danced the whole evening away. That was Ian. Fearless. Lively. An inspiration.