Also, if you are still talking to him after saying good bye, I have another tasteless message for him. He zinged me from his ICU bed.
From the day he was born we have both loved each other in our way but he was constantly zinging me. Granny Ethyl was our babysitter and granny favored him over me anyway but he was an expert at twisting my tail out of her sight and then sensing when I was going to hit him, he would get to where granny would see it. He would take a minor hit from me, moan and groan like he was nearly killed and granny would have a fit, and tell dad when he came home. All day until dad came home Lin would zing me with how "Rusty's gonna get the belt". I would, dad would come home, the two of them would tell how cruel I was and I got thrashed with dads belt. The belting hurt a little especially if dad was mad, but it never hurt as much as seeing the enjoyment your dad got out of it.
The point of this is that he zinged me again last Thursday. That is Judy's day out. She goes to morning church service, then has a meeting of her bible study group, lunch at a nearby DQ with a friend and the afternoon shopping for big bargains at the mall. I usually fix up something for our evening meal and ham and beans with cornbread if one of my specials. I don't do the ham & beans often as ham on my forbidden foods list but I did last Thursday. I didn't think I was that messed up by your news, sad for sure but coping. But he zinged me again. I burned the puddin out of the beans. The burn was on the bottom of the pan so I transferred the unburned upper part to another pan. Well that got rid of most of the black crud, but even the unburned beans had the burnt flavor. Somehow the cornbread escaped the zinging so the whole mess was declared edible, barely. He had zinged me again! I was always the big dumb ugly one and he was always the cute little smart one. Well the big and little may have reversed (I have dropped about 90# and 3 1/4" from my prime) but the rest in still intact.