What a bittersweet day: I was going to Vermont for Passover, but plans changed when a(n ultimately bad) doctor said she had a hernia. My folks were worried, and came to stay at my sister's so that my dad could bring sis to a hospital, where they were stuck waiting for most of the day.

Turns out it wasn't a hernia, so we all got together for dinner at her home.

I get home, relieved and enjoying the company of my nephew and nieces -- then heard on TV that Dudley Moore died of pneumonia, a complication caused by the terrible illness he had.

He had a wry British wit, and was part of more memories than I can count. I'll miss him.