by nikki meredith
About ten years ago, four of us – two couples — were sitting on the deck of a house at Sea Ranch, shielding our eyes from the dazzling sun. We were passing the binoculars around, trying to spot dolphins leaping through the surf. Though the sun was bright, it was a chilly day with enough wind to create a chop on the ocean. The house belonged to the couple we were with. The husband of the couple would be dead in a month.
We knew he had malignant melanoma and that it was spreading. We were savoring every minute of a bittersweet time, so heartbreakingly precious because it would be so heartbreakingly short. Read the rest of this entry »