I received a sad phone call this morning, while we were at the park.
It was from Bryce's son, Russell, and he informed me that Bryce had had a fall and hit his head yesterday morning, and not regained consciousness before passing away today.
It was a bit of a shock for me, given I'd only seen him on Monday of the previous week, and I'm so grateful that I did, because it had been several months since I'd last seen him.
He was particularly weak and wobbly on his legs, so the fact that he had a fall wasn't particularly surprising, and in a lot of ways, it was a small mercy that he had a quick and presumably painless demise.
He made it to 91, so that was a pretty good innings.
I know he was looking forward to spending a few days with his family over Christmas, so it's a shame that he didn't get to have one more with them.