Today is the one year mark since the death of Mr. Ralph.
Yep. The day (actually 7:30 in the morning) after my birthday. The six of us "rock stars" had a pizza and wine and pastry party all around his hospital bed.
They brought balloons that we tied to the hospital sides. He didn't say a word, of course, but I swear he was smiling! He was never one to miss a party. I'm so proud of our friends for just being normal the entire journey of his death. Lots of touches and conversations ... he was a touchy, feely, hugging kind of guy.
Every morning I would get a text asking how things were going. When I finally had to say those dreaded words, all four of them came over to be with me.
We set his balloons free ... off his pride and joy back lanai in Maui.