My thoughts and prayers go out to his friends and family...

This brings back memories of when my father passed away several years ago..

While in the hospital bed barely clinging to life my father tried to get up from the bed, my mother asked him where he was going, to this he replied... I'm going home, a few moments after laying back in bed he passed away.

Indeed he was going home....

At the funeral my mother wore bright white in lieu of the traditional black, her speech to everyone gathered was an explaination that she wore white in celebration because my father has moved on to be greeted by our maker, to rejoin his father, grandfather, brothers, and mother, and that is no reason to mourn, but a time to celebrate a loved one moving on to paradise.

So in great celebration I raise a pint of my finest ale to a fellow kilted brother who goes before me to a better place.