Red Sky at Night

Sleepy bear here. Late Saturday night. Back in SF to go fishing early in the morning with my brother Mike, Earl and Greg.

Yesterday morning, Beth and I drove to Atherton to say goodbye to Tom McKay, who is dying. It was very important to me to see him one last time and spend a little time with the family. The McKays are so together. Tom's wife Mary Rita looked great, under the circumstances. She held his hand so lovingly. He was aware of her presence and love. All their children (Kim, Kirsten and Noel) were there.

Beth, who has much more experience and wisdom about death, said it is hard to die. It is also hard to be born. Tom seems comfortable. They are not giving him morphine. He is not drinking water, so the end is within sight.

It is sad to lose Tom, who we all loved. He had a good long life (89 years). It is not a tragedy. Just part of life.

Beth and I left the McKay's and returned to SF where we hunkered down in the air conditioned condo. It was 90 something degrees in SF yesterday. A little cooler today.

We shopped at the farmers market at the ferry building this morning. Then we walked and chatted with Helen and Mark.

We drove back to Inverness to check on the garden. It had been really hot and I worried about the effect on the plants. I need not have worried. 

Quite a haul! I packed up a bunch of tomatoes, cucumbers and apples for my fishing trip tomorrow. 

Toward late evening, we noticed some beautiful clouds:

Look at that magical seam. Like a river or canyon in the sky. (Looking West).

A little later, the sky/clouds turned red. (Looking East). Nature is incredible.

the bear