I fucked up. When I saw you last night, I wanted to say something, but it felt funny in front of Rick and Zohane. Yes, I know they both know, but the conversation was light and glib, and I didn't want to dampen their spirits (or yours). I should have let you know then, you and your mom have been in my thoughts quite a bit lately, and I hadn't yet figured out a good way to tell you. I'm still quite a "guy" in some ways. I'm telling you now. I'm very sorry for your loss, and I hope this time of sadness quickly gives way to a time of beloved memories.