Woody's father Jerome passed away on Tuesday.  He was a smart, sharp, witty and warm guy--and never one to prefer a polite nicety if it meant suppressing a pertinent truth.  I'll always have fond memories of sparring with him and parrying his many jabs in conversations that often began with contention and always ended in laughter.  

And as everyone who knew him can attest, he was a sentimental softie at heart. 
I feel like we had much in common and I'm glad I knew him and sad that he's gone.

This is my favorite Monk composition, and to me,  his most beautiful and sorrowful.
And this is the great Howard Morgen--who passed away last year--giving it the kind of care and thoughtful reflection that mirrors my feelings about Jerome.