I haven't talked about this before tonight, because until this morning there wasn't even a hint that it might happen. We have some family in Florida--Dad's uncle and aunt. Now, it's worth noting that Dad's father, the youngest of three, was about fifty when Dad was born...you can imagine how old this Florida family is.
Well, we found out this morning that Dad's uncle (his namesake, incidentally) is on his death bed. He's in the hospital with breathing problems, and isn't expected to live for more than a few days. Hence, much of today was a mad scramble to get plane tickets, a car, and a hotel for Dad for up to a week in Miami.
My brother's in San Francisco on a chorus trip, and my sister is sleeping over. With Dad gone, it makes for an empty house...