Saturday was a "lost day" although I did manage to fulfill Ingrid's request to take some photos of her salon. She will use them on her website that is being updated. Saturday night, I just kinda plopped and watched mindless TV for several hours. It was ok, not unbearable being alone. I was just alone.
On Sunday, I hit the market for my fish and then joined Tom E and his wife Sheila for breakfast. Tom and I attended high school together and we discovered each other a couple of years ago through another one of our high school friends by using Facebook! It figures that two guys who live 15 miles apart in California need a 3rd friend living in Michigan to connect us. And connect we have done. We did have a double date of sorts when Mary was sick. Mary was in the endoscopy department awaiting her next procedure and who walks in but Tom! Turns out Sheila was in the next preparation bed awaiting her procedure.
Tom also dropped in from time to time to check on Mary and on me. All I can say is thank you! And, thanks for breakfast too!
It turns out I have a work buddy who plays in the California Pops orchestra and he had given me a ticket to the performance on Sunday afternoon. Thanks to my iPhone, I was reminded of the performance and managed to attend and enjoy a pleasant concert held in Los Gatos at one of the local churches.
On Sunday night I prepared my regular fish dinner, seared Tuna with asparagus and a bit of bread. It was a very nice dinner if I do say so myself.
April 4, 2010 (Easter Sunday) was the last day Mary was really conscious and able to talk with friends and family. I sort of remember she said a few words early on the morning of the 5th but I cannot recall for sure. I know she was alert on Easter Sunday, we saw her and she talked with the grandkids before and after our Easter Sunday picnic held in one of those beautiful public areas in Stanford hospitals.
In one sense, this is the one year anniversary of her death for this is the last day she truly communicated. Let me finish this entry with the words I wrote on her crematorium container.
Mary, my love
Let your itchy feet carry you
to new and wonderful places,
Let your spirit hold
and keep our love,
All Ways and
Always,
Pat
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