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canyonwalkerMy friend "Del" waits at death's door no more. He passed away this morning at about 6:30am. I got the news about an hour later, as I was preparing for a day of QBRs. After my day-long meeting in Tiburon, north of San Francisco, I drove back south through the city to Pacifica, where Del lived with his husband, D, and two friends.
I arrived at D's home just before 5pm. D was there along with his housemates and his parents, who'd flown in from the East Coast a week ago when Del's condition was deteriorating. (Del subsequently rallied for a few days, as he'd done numerous times before in the course of the end of his earthly journey, before turning downhill for the last time.)
The mood in the house was subdued but not too sorrowful. D was taking it okay, at least at that moment. Del's departure has been a slow motion process. That has given D time to prepare— but also drawn out the pain.
Hawk arrived an hour later, bringing food. She'd baked a few treats and bought a bunch of finger-foods at the grocery store. There was plenty there for the 7 of us in the house to eat. Then more food arrived via Instacart, a gift from some friends who couldn't make it.
We were a small group this evening because in addition to those already there it was just Hawk and I who could (or wanted to) come over quickly after work. A few more of D's relatives and friends will arrive in the coming days. A memorial service for Del will be held this weekend.
I arrived at D's home just before 5pm. D was there along with his housemates and his parents, who'd flown in from the East Coast a week ago when Del's condition was deteriorating. (Del subsequently rallied for a few days, as he'd done numerous times before in the course of the end of his earthly journey, before turning downhill for the last time.)
The mood in the house was subdued but not too sorrowful. D was taking it okay, at least at that moment. Del's departure has been a slow motion process. That has given D time to prepare— but also drawn out the pain.
Hawk arrived an hour later, bringing food. She'd baked a few treats and bought a bunch of finger-foods at the grocery store. There was plenty there for the 7 of us in the house to eat. Then more food arrived via Instacart, a gift from some friends who couldn't make it.
We were a small group this evening because in addition to those already there it was just Hawk and I who could (or wanted to) come over quickly after work. A few more of D's relatives and friends will arrive in the coming days. A memorial service for Del will be held this weekend.
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Date: 2023-08-16 02:01 pm (UTC)