I spent the weekend in Los Angeles once again visiting my uncle Bryant. Two weeks ago we were told he had just a few hours to live, but he pulled through and came home. During the weekend, we ate out at a fancy Pasadena restaurant watching him eat a big steak followed by chocolate cake and ice cream. He made plans for the future and spoke candidly and vividly about his life with a fully functioning brain.
We returned Sunday night and I felt hopeful he'd be around for a while.
The phone rang early this morning and I knew it was bad news. My uncle Bryant passed away. This is the last photo I took with him. I loved visiting him in LA and going to Hamburger Hamlet. I spent nights at his place before early morning races and drove him to Trader Joes and Gelsons Supermarket on errand Saturday.
RIP.
