The price of love is loss.

Day after day, give me clouds and rain and gray.
Give me pain, if that's what's real;
It's the price we pay to feel.
The price of love is loss.
But still we pay - we love anyway...

One of my dad's truest and most faithful friends, someone he's known longer than my mother...Dennis Dyke passed away Sunday morning.

I knew more of him than knew him personally. Dad was always talking about him. They worked together in the can industry. He worked for Dennis on and off through the years, including up until this weekend and afterwards, doing consultant work in California. Dennis started a company in his retirement, since he was going stir crazy sitting home all day, gave it to his daughter, and dad promised him before he died that he'll do everything Kelly needs of him.

I found out about 24 hours ago. I cried, I wailed, I tried to sing. I finally cried myself to sleep.

I didn't know Dennis very well, like I said, more "of" him than knowing him personally. But he was a good man. A truly good man, with incredible intellect and sharper wit than many would expect. This world is a better place for Dennis being in it. My dad's life, and mine, and even my mom's, are all better because of Dennis' loyalty and friendship.

I am glad he is not suffering anymore.

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