last summer

I often think of the night before Diane had her first electroshock therapy "treatment." I visited her at Sharp Memorial halfway to downtown. The ICU patio looked like an oddly-shaped tennis court, weird green concrete and high walls (heh). The patients were sitting around on the patio. Diane was chainsmoking. One of the last things I said was that I was having a harder and harder time relating to any of what she was going through. That was goodbye. I drove north alone just after sunset. A happy summer in San Diego.

Beautiful, warm evening. And I'd visited Diane in an utter pit of despair. That was goodbye.