The Osprey takes flight

He not busy being born is busy dying.
Bob Dylan

At 10pm last night, while the rest of us were gazing hypnotized at the full moon, reminiscing about the ups and downs of 2009 and chilling the midnight champagne, our friend Tim Nichol quietly made his escape from this life. His flight was made considerably easier when his doctors finally relented and prescribed morphine. His breathing had become steadily more difficult, and he told us all, with increasing impatience, that he was ready to go. On his request his belongings had already been packed up and removed from his room. When friends came to visit yesterday, he made a point of saying goodbye. "I'll see you on the other side," he promised.

His cremation will be in Hermosillo, his ashes brought back here to San Carlos and a memorial gathering will be held. He had asked for a Viking funeral. Sunday night we will meet to make plans and sort out his last expenses. 

Vaya con Díos, amigo.