Cheers

If it feels like things went really fast, it’s because they did.  James just kept saying, “It’s too fast.  It’s just too fast.”  And it was.  When you’re 47 you’re not ready to go.  You’re just not.

I had a moment of panic at the hospital when they brought the teriyaki chicken meal he’d ordered.  It looked terrible.  He said it was terrible.  I couldn’t imagine it being one of the last things he would eat.  We asked his siblings to bring back some gluten free cupcakes and he requested a chocolate chip cookie from Sprinkles.  He ate a taco from Gott’s.  We had some clam chowder.

When we made it home after nine days at Stanford, Uncle Geoff drove all the way to Cayucos for our favorite lemon scones with honey butter.  James had the tiniest corner, but he told me it was so delicious.  On Saturday, the 17th, Uncle B picked-up our favorite Kanpai sushi and brought it home.  James sat at the dinner table with us and had a bite of the Grizzly Bear roll and most importantly, our all time fave— the Party Girl roll.

A few days later, I realized he’d stopped eating.  And his last meal was sushi.  I’m just glad that if he had to go out, he went out with a Party Girl.