Today there is one less Cub fan than there was yesterday. My dad finally passed away after a 6 month illness. Dad was a pretty decent left-handed first baseman back in the day. He loved baseball, and passed that along to me. He always made time to play catch or attend a little league game even after a long day at work. He may never have had the chance to see his Cubs in the World Series, but I'm sure he will keep watching from up there.