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Today my two adult sons, ages 24 and 21, arrived just outside of Yosemite National Park for the first part of our one week "together" time. We are here for a very special reason. We are here to scatter the cremated remains of Mr. PZ who died five months ago of kidney cancer. For those who don't know, Mr. PZ was diagnosed with Stage IV kidney cancer in February and died in June. He was really only sick for the last six days of his life. His cancer was particularly aggressive. It was just the two of us in the hospital room when he breathed his last breath in this realm and I was holding his hand, ushering him, as it were, to the next realm. It was his wish ... and it is mine too ... to be cremated. We had a celebration of his life at my Episcopal church followed by a reception at the University of Maryland Golf Club where Mr. PZ spent many, many Saturdays 
My grief was delayed initially, it must be the way I am made, so that by the end of August I was simply overwhelmed. I started seeing a grief therapist in September, holidayed in Jamaica in October, and continue with the therapy. My faith in God also sustains me. But this report is not about my grief
In Summer 2001, Mr. PZ and I and the boys had a wonderful vacation in Santa Rosa, California. We then drove many hours to the Redwood National Forest in Northern California almost at the border of Oregon. We stayed in a Youth Hostel and it was just a wonderful experience. We then drove back down the coast spending our last three days in San Francisco staying at a tiny hotel in the heart of Chinatown. We had a lovely time and the boys have always longed to revisit San Francisco.
Mr. PZ and I went back in 2003 where he had a friend take this photo of him on a public golf course in San Francisco. Personally, I have a special love for the West Coast, particularly all points north of San Francisco.
My grief was delayed initially, it must be the way I am made, so that by the end of August I was simply overwhelmed. I started seeing a grief therapist in September, holidayed in Jamaica in October, and continue with the therapy. My faith in God also sustains me. But this report is not about my grief
In Summer 2001, Mr. PZ and I and the boys had a wonderful vacation in Santa Rosa, California. We then drove many hours to the Redwood National Forest in Northern California almost at the border of Oregon. We stayed in a Youth Hostel and it was just a wonderful experience. We then drove back down the coast spending our last three days in San Francisco staying at a tiny hotel in the heart of Chinatown. We had a lovely time and the boys have always longed to revisit San Francisco.
Mr. PZ and I went back in 2003 where he had a friend take this photo of him on a public golf course in San Francisco. Personally, I have a special love for the West Coast, particularly all points north of San Francisco.
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), and drove about an hour and a half to a delightful Bed and Breakfast about two miles from the entrance of Yosemite. We have the Inn to ourselves, the Innkeeper lives down stairs with her 4-month old standard poodle, Indie. Boomer would love her!
Dem have champagne chess an beer pakkit 
. Luckily there is also wireless otherwise I would have to share with him 
Peace 
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